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This house is so cold.
There's nowhere left to go.
Everyone was happy, yet there's nothing left to show.
Too many closed doors.
Too many angry faces.
A family full of nothing but broken graces.
Hug little Johnny.
Tell him everything will be okay.
Don't you realize you hurt him with the angry words you say?
Wrap a blanket around me.
Fill the empty space.
I think of all the haunting memories I can't erase.
Letting go sounds so easy.
A simple task to do.
Yeah, that's easy to say when it didn't happen to you.
A child with no loving memories.
A mother with a bruised face.
A father who once lived here, but has now left his place.
Take the ribbon off the package.
No pretty home.
Hearts that have turned to stone.
all that's left is this feeling of being alone.