I was standing there scared out of my mind.
Emotionless, like a person going blind.
The scratching sounds on the walls,
Have a way to make you fall.
I had no idea where I was,
Who I had become, was way to much.
Sounds lingering, what can I do.
Caught in this trap of loving you.
Walking through this dusty road.
The house we used to call our home, was sold.
The trails kept bringing me back there.
To the place I used to care.
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