The walls are whispering
Attempting to make sure I’m listing
The scars are too deep
The sounds make me weep
So I try and pretend what the walls are saying is all lies
Trying to tell it that the past dies
The walls keep whispering
My eyes start glistening
Then the tear drips
My heart rips
you said that
You did that
Are you not sorry
Are you not sorry for what you did?
Are you not sorry for what you said?
Are you not sorry for what you put me through?