These four walls have boxed me in,
I can’t seem to scream,
When it’s crisper to whisper,
And I can tell from inside this cell,
When you don’t show,
It’s time to go,

Don’t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we’re losing some ground,
A new way to burn,
Such a vicious turn,
My chapter in her story she puts down,

And from something so clear,
Could you make something so dear?
But you’re only ideal,
Whenever he feels,
And I’m fuelled by bad vibes,
When he’s by your side,
With all your kisses that he steals,

Don’t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we’re losing some ground,
A new way to burn,
Such a vicious turn,
My chapter in her story she puts down,

I can tell from your tongue,
That something’s gone wrong,
Why try to let me down really slow,
When I’m falling so fast,
Because I can’t let this go,

Don’t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we’re losing some ground,
A new way to burn,
Such a vicious turn,
My chapter in her story she puts down,

Now from a look that’s so stern,
From what you have heard,
Finally I can put you down,
And push all this aside,
Saving my self from walking around to you,

Don’t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we’ve lost some ground,
A new way we’ve learned,
Such a gracious turn,
As my story book burns…