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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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck
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