Dingy rooms conceal him alone.
And with the intricate dents of his fists,
His home had lost its looming charm
And he stopped and stayed as he considered this
Teeming with chipped walls and water stains
Aging floors and dirty windows,
This room had caught its last black year
Tangled memories and nightmares control him.
This won't help, not really, not at all
His many schemes tear the times apart
Happy times that were lost in arguments
And manipulating screams don't
Forsake him quite so well anymore
And he feels the scenery consume him
This won't help, not really, not at all
April rains and May sun aged this house
And each dent reminds him of them
And each dent reminds him of you
Each empty space only allows so much
Misery
And with the intricate dents of his fists,
His home had lost its looming charm
And he stopped and stayed as he considered this
Teeming with chipped walls and water stains
Aging floors and dirty windows,
This room had caught its last black year
Tangled memories and nightmares control him.
This won't help, not really, not at all
His many schemes tear the times apart
Happy times that were lost in arguments
And manipulating screams don't
Forsake him quite so well anymore
And he feels the scenery consume him
This won't help, not really, not at all
April rains and May sun aged this house
And each dent reminds him of them
And each dent reminds him of you
Each empty space only allows so much
Misery

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