broken house


listen can you hear the mouse
the little creaks inside this house
the wind is blowing the moon is blue
everything is looking new
what is this place that I once knew
its's not the home that I remember
the one we bought on last December
the roof has holes the walls are weak
this isn't the house this house is meek
this house is just not the same
all I feel when I walk in now is shame
the house is quite but so full of things
I still hate to hear the sound when the door bell rings
it makes me sad and it makes me cry
I wish that I could just curl up and die
I use to love to come home to you
but now all you do is make me blue
I cried and pray upon a star
that you would com back without a scar
but instead now your dead and never coming back
if I had one wish it would be to have my brother back

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