The rooms that were lived in
are mirrors and stories past
Where you were walking
to yet another day,
The rooms you have lived in
absorb the emotion and odour
They talk
and eventually reflect what is inside.
The rooms you have been in
Tower over with thick,and uncutable overwhelmance
Grasp on to very happyness to suck me dry
Leave me the sullen girl I was,
The rooms you are in
violently penetrate your soul
Stealing any bit that tries to escape out the door
You made a bed,to lay tired and dry
The rooms that you live in
The rooms...
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