These four boringly brilliant walls have kept me safe
The thoughts have come through the cracks in the ceilling
But it was always these four walls
I'm feeling small again

The paint had started to chip off when I began highschool
And the window lets all the words get back into my head
Its really hard to spend hours in bed just thinking
My tears seem to be the foundation of this very room

Its funny how hard I try to get out with the simply bland door
I always shrink back into this pitifull room
And the dust gathered in the corners is disgusting
All my problems are written on the hallow walls

For every little moment that granted me the right to hide
For every second my headaches got worse
For all the big adventures I was not willing to touch
There was always these four walls and me