If these walls could talk

Mother, father, im going to the army now, the only thing stopping me is THIS BULLSHIT PERSONAL QUESTIONS I HAVE TO FILL UP

Seriously guys im having a headache trying to fill up this stupid ns form they ask u ur account number head size body size whatever size there is i give up im going to retry it on monday man if im already having headache for this i cant imagine when im in NS (btw im going next year)

Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?

If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me..

I feel secluded, my thoughts feel polluted.
So I escape to music 'cuz I think it's therapuetic, and,
this whole world can hate or love me, or think i'm ugly,
'cuz unlike my friends these walls wont judge me.
These walls wont betray me, these walls are like my safety.
But sometimes I feel like these walls drive me crazy.
They enslave me or chase me by myself.
'cuz if these walls see everything, why the fuck don't they help me?

'cuz these walls watch me fall asleep and wake up,
they've seen my first kiss, they've seen my parents break up.
They've seen how I like to make sure my door stays shut.
sometimes I like my privacy without it you'd see inside of me,
and fall to pieces like clothes with a bad seamstress.
These walls are my diary, my notepad, my Jesus.
A change of scenery is really all I need.
'cuz these walls are closing in and it's hard for me to breathe.
It's hard for me to leave but not hard for me to fall.
I just don't wanna become another brick in the wall.