alone,
alone,
always alone,
this emptiness, it knows me;
"hey, welcome home!"
the doormat is missing,
the windows are cracked,
the sadness, it knows me;
"glad you have to back!"
the bedroom is empty,
but for a pillow and a cot,
these sorrows, they know me;
"we've missed you a lot!"
all the paintings are crooked,
the house is a mess,
it's a hell hole, no doubt,
but it's what I know best.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
alone,
alone,
always alone,
this emptiness, it knows me;
"hey, welcome home!"
the doormat is missing,
the windows are cracked,
the sadness, it knows me;
"glad you have to back!"
the bedroom is empty,
but for a pillow and a cot,
these sorrows, they know me;
"we've missed you a lot!"
all the paintings are crooked,
the house is a mess,
it's a hell hole, no doubt,
but it's what I know best.
