When a House Isnt a Home
out of the car, and up the walk,
i go to the door and unlock the
lock
loud voices through the door
empties my heart a little more
they yell about money, they
yell about love
they yell about who goes down
below or up above
she calls him crazy, he says
"just maby"
he tells her he wants to go
she starts to cry and say she
didnt know
then she starts to beg for
forgivness
she wants to start over
but nobody really wants to
relive this
i pull out the key and realize
now,
how things have to be
this is when my house isnt a
home to me
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