home

quiet
there is no one here
there is but the fridge and the mess
the mess i make of my life
my home is a mess
my heart is a mess
but then again
home is where the heart is
it is in a mess

quiet
do not disturb the dust
do not touch the spiderwebs
do not go where you can not see
there is nothing here
nothing but the trash of me

leave
before it falls apart
before it tumbles down
befor the storm comes
befor it crashes upon you

leave
don't look back
don't think twice
don't think at all

come
to show you care
to show your selfish desires
to show that you need this
to show the lie you are

come
and i will be nice
i will be gentle
i will be true
i will show you
what it is
the mess i make of you
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