A broken house with the shutters torn  
Once a heart full of love, once a world full of stories
I call hello, hello, but no one seems to be home.

You said you were there from the start, when I was born
But you kept your pill bottles, cigarettes, and daily glories.
A broken house with the shutters torn.

The thought of loosing you sticks in my heart like a thorn.
But the hello's I call are thrown into empty quarries.
I call hello, hello, but no one seems to be home.

Like a cycle of memories I am constantly unborn.
A life full of tears, hope, dreams, all turned into miseries.
A broken house with the shutters torn. Imagery

The grass and trees are now dead and now they mourn.
Every sound echoes, in a place that was once a noisy place empties.
I call hello, hello, but no one seems to be home.

You were once my whole life, but now an unborn smile is covered with a scorn.
Love bathed in blood leaving many ripped arteries.  
A broken house with the shutters torn.
I call hello, hello, but no one seems to be home.