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I'm standing here sitting here laying here.

In this empty place I use to call a room.

But now its nothing. Nothing more then a memory.

I'm happy here angry here sad here.

In this empty place I use to call a home.

There's only questions no answers here.

In this empty place I use to call a world.

Everything I use to call my own is a lie.

Nothing more nothing less just pain and sadness.

In this empty place I use to call a life.