In this road

Morning, the bed is a stranger

Yesterday attacks like an angry wind,

It tears, pulls and tortures

Yesterday I owned the pain

I fell asleep in the fear to a dream so anxious

And the pain won’t forget me

It won’t leave me alone

Bruised and beaten to the core

And I walk down this empty road

To a house that they call “home"

Even tho there’s no one for me

I’m alone in this empty road

In this road

Night, the table is known

Full of unfamiliar faces open their mouths

Deciding should I lift the fork or not

The emptiness surrounds us and the pain

And no one is brave enough to collect their bones

The night comes and goes

It’s time to move

Again to the empty road

And I walk down this empty road

To a house that they call “home"

Only to find there’s no one there

No one to lend a hand

Maybe one day I’ll let it go

To see a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore

To taste something else than shame

No matter what I have to carry on

I’m alone in this empty road

In this road

And always -alone.

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