I walk around the house, I believe I'm alone,
But even though walking the scene of which I call home,
I'm still scared, scared of what you might do,
I'll be destroyed, if your former threats become true.
If I walk this house, and know truly, I'm alone,
I may never walk this scene again, it would never be a home,
If I was scared, scared of what you will do,
I could be destroyed, if your former threats flew.
When I walk this house, knowing I truly am alone,
Having walked this scene a thousand times, it was never a home,
I've always been scared, scared of what you could do,
I've been destroyed, and my heart was broken, by you.
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