When I’m gone,
There’ll be no point
Calling me.
For there’ll be no one here.
There’ll be no one hanging on
The line.
No one waiting around
This time.
No, not this time.
For you’ve been stealing my home
Right out from under me.
Torn the foundations apart.
Along with all security,
My heart –
Torn apart.
The walls tumbling down,
All-around
Like tears falling to the ground.
And all that is left
Is the ruin of a broken home,
A shattered heart.
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