A House Is Not A Home

This house, this house
Is not a home

Sometimes I think
I'm better off alone

The doors have locks
That never open

The key is lost
Shattered, broken

My heart is braking
Stopped and dead

The world dark
Words left unsaid

Hate is bitter
The beatings harsh

My spirits sinking
Swimming in a marsh

This house, this house
Is not a home

Can't you see that?
Just leave me alone