This House used to hold life.
Now it’s dead, beyond repair.
The walls are dark without picture.
Empty floors surrounded by empty boxes.
There is no light because the blinds are held shut.
Everything that was left is now destroyed.
This is what happens when torn apart.
There is nothing left in this wide open space.
It’s like love was siphoned out of a heart.
Everything is broken and covered with shattered glass.
No air flows through this house,
When everything is locked up tight.
You can dust off the welcome mat,
But you can’t open this door.
There is No sleeping in beds.
There is anger in the closets.
There is pain under the beds.
Please I am begging you,
don’t you ever come back in.
If I could change a thing, I think I would have changed everything. If I could have known the truth, I would have never been with you. Twenty-five and I am so tired of this childish love, And all the pain that comes along with all its games. Seems such a waste to throw it all away, But I am who I am, like me or not, But you will never be able to change me. The world has its grips on you, And I am no way getting involved. Today could be the greatest of days, But what would you have changed? All of your wrong mistakes, your bad calls, All your fear and lies, Or are you just so selfish inside? If I could change the way we were, I think I would change everything. If I knew the absolute truth about you, I would have never even met you. Twenty-five to life with all that you did, Is this the end of love, should I give up? And here I am stuck with a broken heart, And busted up sight. These days are blurring together, And nothing seems al...
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