I run my fingers on the wall
Paint cracked and old
I close my simple wooden door
The one that never shuts all the way
My house will be auctioned off today
How long till I have no home
Till there is no squeaky bed
No place to lay my head
I do not want to have to roam
I just want to be home
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
I run my fingers on the wall
Paint cracked and old
I close my simple wooden door
The one that never shuts all the way
My house will be auctioned off today
How long till I have no home
Till there is no squeaky bed
No place to lay my head
I do not want to have to roam
I just want to be home
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