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)