I was built on a battleground.
With fights that happened all around.
When one war comes to an end.
I am left without a friend.
It's been years of the same pattern.
With no one trying to change or learn.
Through all this my foundation still stands.
Stuck in the same spot on this cursed land.
To love me is to love a haunted house.
It is so empty you won't even find a mouse.
My walls are broken and the wallpaper torn.
If you stay with me I can't keep you warm.
When inside you can feel the presents of my past.
They linger in the stale air from the first breath to the last.
You've heard the stories before you entered the front door.
And believed them when you couldn't take the silence anymore.
