paroles de chanson 4 walls (with Sarcastic Sounds) - Arden Jones
(I
gotta,
I'm
I'm
probably
just
gonna
get
out
of
here
for
a
bit,
take
off)
Probably
won't
text
and
I
probably
won't
call
There
really
ain't
much
I
wanna
do
at
all
The
weight
of
my
steps
breaks
The
pain
of
my
fall
But
I
gotta
leave
Get
outta
these
four
walls
These
four
walls
of
my
Bedroom
just
feel
like
I
live
in
hell
And
my
living
room
More
like
a
prison
cell
I'm
just
stuck
in
a
rut
And
I
can't
get
out
'Bout
to
turn
that
shit
Into
a
wishin'
well
And
I
wish
I
could
Know
what
to
do
Wish
I
could
fix
What
is
broken
in
two
I
look
at
the
sky
It's
just
stormy
and
blue
And
I
open
my
eyes
I
just
open
a
wound
So
a
text
or
a
call
I'm
ignorin'
it
all
Cut
off
all
of
my
friends
Just
to
stare
at
the
wall
Lie
in
bed
I
can't
sleep
I'm
just
caught
in
between
My
love
They
won't
find
me
Probably
won't
text
and
I
probably
won't
call
(Won't
call,
won't
call,
won't
call)
There
really
ain't
much
I
wanna
do
at
all
(At
all,
at
all,
at
all)
The
weight
of
my
steps
breaks
The
pain
of
my
fall
(My
fall,
my
fall,
my
fall)
But
I
gotta
leave
Get
outta
these
four
walls
(These
walls,
these
walls,
these
walls)
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