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You can't hear me cry
See me dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer
Feels like home

This whole wide world
And my minds wrapped up in this 300 square feet
You fuck me up when you square up
And you barely stand 5 feet
I'm a big man
Doesn't matter how many rubber bands
I've been stacking
I feel like my life is lacking
Like I'll never be as happy
As I did when we lived
Back down that back street
Before the wealth and back stabbing
Now I'm living properly
On a plot of property
Because I make music that's outstanding
Yet I still find myself out standing in the rain
Praying for hail
Because I got out of hell
But I thrive off of pain
I was with a model the other day
And you were on my mind
And I dont know the fuck why
I wish that your love was something I could buy
Instead I'm damned to see you with other guys
Which is fine
That's a womens right
But that doesn't mean that that shit doesn't tear me open inside
Create this feeling that I hope to hide
But everybody sees
I need to let these feelings cease to exist
In fact this track is probably the very last vestige that I give
You don't know how fucking much I miss when we lived at

Home
You can't hear me cry
See me dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer
Feels like home

I came by just to reminisce
decide to look inside to find everything I miss
Amiss
They tore the walls down
And I'm fucking pissed
Right here where I stand is where we shared our last kiss
And over there is where we'd fuss and shout
You'd call me a prick
I'd call you a bitch
Fights with out fists
We'd slug it out
That or love it out
I was Ja and you were J-Lo
Thought you was an angle
Till you cracked your halo
You swear that you still are
But you ain't though
I fear that I'll attain the fortune and fame
Still feel the same
And go out like Kurt Cobain
Buck shot spreading my brain
You're my bane
And I don't know why I give so much of a mother fuck
It ain't like you're some sort of Courtney Love
How can I find that Nirvana without shooting up
I've been looking for that euphoric euphoria
But this utopia without you Victoria
And that shit tears me open inside
Creates this feeling that I hope to hide
But everybody sees
I need to let these feelings cease to exist
In fact this track is probably the very last vestige that I give
You don't know how much I miss back when we lived at

Home
You can't hear me cry
See me dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer
Feels like home