When the Walls Were Red

I remember when the walls were red. Not a single person was dead. The room was big and wide, And it was so easy to confide. I lived in cabin seven. Jacque called it Heaven. I never thought I’d forget. It’s like we never met. Now the walls are no longer red. My old friends might as well be dead. The rooms are so small and white, And the air feels so tight. Now I stay in eleven. I just can’t connect with Kevin Their calls still echo through these halls. I’m constricted by these new walls.