Proves I'm nothing more
Than a dying teenage heart
Waiting for some shred of truth
To bring the house down
Upon my crying head
But in the wake
Of a broken home
At least then I could say
There was once a day
That was better
That wasn't quite so benign
So I'll build this place
Back to its former glory
This time I'll take a second
To feel the back-breaking labor
To know what is being made
So it wont be made in vain
This is my house
This is my home
Where my sadness doesn't live
Where anger is a joyful noise
Sounded and then forgot
This this place that is my heart
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