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Nobody's Home

I sit here broken, and all alone.
The lights are on
but nobody's home.

My pain is not real to anyone.
And I have nowhere left to run.

No one really understands,
Just how far it's out of hand.

What the voices say to me,
Feeding off of my misery.

But those that I would leave behind
weigh quite heavy on my mind.

I don't want them to carry my pain.
I don't want them to feel insane.

So I try to take another day,
And make it better in some small way.
Most of all I hope and pray
for God to make it all o.k.
Maybe for just one more day.

But I still can't feel the love that I should.
I still feel alone and misunderstood.

Because no one knows, the depth of my pain,
the weight I must carry, the length of my chains.

No matter the love, no matter how deep.
There's this dark place inside me
that no one can reach

I try to deny it and bury it deep
I try to remember what secrets to keep

The anger's so strong, to hide all my fears.
Disguising my weakness, covering my tears.

I'm still just so broken
and all alone......
The lights may be on.....
but nobody's home.

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