Up against the wall

Four white walls

Everything stays the same eventually,

I always end up pacing these four white walls.

It doesn't really matter what changes,

because the routine always manages to fall back into place.

Pacing these four white walls.

I could wake up one day,

live my life to the point of glory,

and in the end, ill fall back into my same feeling, the same routine.

Pacing these four white walls.

I don't pay any attention to the aches anymore,

I don't know if I could notice them if I wanted to...

They've become a part of living and god knows they'll never go away,

because it all falls into the same routine.

Always ending in pacing these four white walls.

I wish I felt at home somewhere...

instead I pace my four white walls.

I'm always trapped, I've never seen a door.

All I see if the four white walls.

MY four white walls.

They might stop anything from changing...

but they save me from anything else.