You're Alone In Your House

Emptiness, just emptiness
So full of nothingness
So full of empty thoughts and
Hopeless daydreaming

Becoming hateful about a future that is near
But it's so far away
And I hate it
And I hate it
And I hate it

Childish, impatient
Going back to sleep
Cannot look at you
Without my medicine

Becoming hateful about a dream I cannot reach
Don't have time for this
Let me dry out, out of my watered sheets
I'm not ready to leave
Becoming hateful about a future that is near
And I hate it



Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Falco
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