I'm feeling I lost my only home
In the faceless I've known
There's nothing left I'm all alone
You took out everything I got
Then came back like a stranger in my room
Sat down in my chair like it's your throne
You pretended to be and stole my crown
I'm late when I wake I glide down
Now I'm staring at the climbing fires
As it also burns my trust in you
Just crying back with no one to hold on to
I know my tears can't dead the fires
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