This house is a ghost filled with packed boxes and pain
I realized I could not take it here for one more day
Staring holes into the carpet with decorative stains
I wonder what this family could have been if things ever changed
Will I ever get a chance to call somewhere my own home?
These thin walls carry the most dangerous of secrets
But could we ever truly consider our selfish selves a family
It has crossed my mind once or twice
That we were just strangers trying to pass time
This place was just a cage, trapping me from the real world
The only place I ever wanted to live was fantasy
Filling my mind with songs and stories of characters
Books that told me that life didn't always turn out this way
Songs told me that self harm shouldn't be an escape
Books and music itself was just an escape
To block out the fighting and screaming and pain I would take
