JrGotti wallace

Been Here Before

Been here before, walked through this door
Sat on this couch, picked up heart from this floor
This house is haunted, ghost from the past
Stairway of deception, stepped on my heart
Deep in the freezer, your love was withheld
In the heat of the oven, my feeling did dwell
Baking of the joy, your love did bring
But without gas, to last, the dough couldn’t cling
Bedroom holds memories, to dear to discuss

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