Beyond The Curtains (Under Editing)

my mothers chair

I sit in a now empty house music in my ears and i look to the chair my mother once sat in missing her smile wishing to hear my sisters nagging voice i look to the chair my mother once sat in thinking of things i once had hoping to see my stubborn dads  face but all i get is a door slamed shut in my face

My nights are restless because of this as i stare at my celling even though i know it like the back of my hand from the burnt parts to the x's placed every four bords

I dont want to be alone anymore i want to be able to have a homey smell in this empty house but i only have an empty house with the mermoies that huant me