I live inside these walls.
Everywhere I go.
I've tried to make it home.
I've tried to let it go.

I've put up pictures, good as new
But I still feel that somethings missing.
I've left the walls a time or two
But I start to feel like I am slipping

So I rush back to my closed walls
The dusty, old, forgotten halls
And run my hands across old pictures
Faded paintings, broke light fixtures

I think you've forgotten about me here
A long time ago, when we grew apart
But I am still stuck lingering here
Inside the walls of your broken heart.