Paper dolls and broken skin
feels like these walls are caving in
She watched the [bad word] up
again this morning
Empty bottles down the hall
love letters scribbled on four walls
and she can't find the strength to smile
It feels like everyday
it just gets harder to breathe
inside this place
Won't you [bad word] home to me?
I've been living with these old memories
and I just might have to burn this old house down
if you [bad word] around
Let's get back to the way we were before
I stopped living the day you slammed the door
Feelings take a lifetime to change
and I just can't wait anymore
Empty Boxes on the floor
lost feelings leftr outside the door
Searching for a way to make it right
distant, broken, tangled mess
scattered memories in her head
Still she can't seem to find the [bad word] inside
It feels like one of these days
there should be some way for me
to find my place
Won't you [bad word] home to me?
I've been living with these old memories
and I just might have to burn this old house down
if you [bad word] around
Let's get back to the way we were before
I stopped living the day you slammed the door
Feelings take a lifetime to change
and I just can't wait anymore
Broken pictures on the floor
echoes of our life before
She's got her head down screaming...