4 walls

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 livin' 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)