In my house
Nothing is perfect here the walls have always been cracked and peeling
so many boxes packed inside lined up from floor to ceiling.
Storms have beat against the outside and some storms rage inside
these four walls are stronger than they seem there's so many places one can hide.
Many have knocked at my door but few are let inside
moths and spiders sneak in all the time and they will not go no matter how many times that I have tried.
Forced to live side by side with the ghosts that also roam the halls
their voices like music that's far away, soft and mumbled but I can always hear their calls.
There's dust that never settles here and there are pictures that no one else was meant to see
trapped inside this house where none of us are free.
The rain easily seeps inside, it's drafty and sometimes hot
the outside is painted and perfect pretending to be something it is not.
No matter how cold the winter gets my heart will not go numb
to try and forget the pain is to deny where I am from.
so many boxes packed inside lined up from floor to ceiling.
Storms have beat against the outside and some storms rage inside
these four walls are stronger than they seem there's so many places one can hide.
Many have knocked at my door but few are let inside
moths and spiders sneak in all the time and they will not go no matter how many times that I have tried.
Forced to live side by side with the ghosts that also roam the halls
their voices like music that's far away, soft and mumbled but I can always hear their calls.
There's dust that never settles here and there are pictures that no one else was meant to see
trapped inside this house where none of us are free.
The rain easily seeps inside, it's drafty and sometimes hot
the outside is painted and perfect pretending to be something it is not.
No matter how cold the winter gets my heart will not go numb
to try and forget the pain is to deny where I am from.
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