Dead Poetic

These four walls have seen the worst of me.
They're bleeding confession, but they'll never speak.
These four walls have seen the life I truly lead.
They're crying depression. They're weak in the knees.
Right on the floor.
Please walls, stay quiet
Reputation is on the line.
Please God, stay quiet.
Don't let them know you're watching me die.
Falling down.
The waves are crashing in on me again.
Falling down.
The walls are closing in on me again.
Falling down.
The waves are crashing in on me again.
Falling down.
I feel the weight, I feel the weight again.
And If you open up your heart you'll see