What my walls hear.

You hear me, don't you?

Standing there stiff and still,

Spying on me

With one of your yellow painted buddies.

You hear me

Spill my secrets over the phone

You hear me answer late night calls,

And you hear me say things the folks should never know.

You hear me cry into my pillow at night,

You hear the strangled scream of pain

You hear me pray for things to be right

And you hear me snore after sobbing for hours in vain.

You hear me, excited and alive

Rummaging through my closet

Trying to get ready by five.

You hear the hum of the hairdryer,

The unscrewing cap of make up.

And you hear me spritz a little perfume

Before it's time for him to pick me up.

You hear my sing my favourite song,

And hear me repeat the lines

To Harry Potter all night long.

You hear me grow and change

As days go by.

And one day you'll hear me

Packing up and saying 'Good bye'.

You'll hear someone else move in

You'll hear their secrets and their sins.

And you'll stay there as the only constant

While everything around you keeps changing.