All my life I've been told that home is where the heart is

But that was the last thing you took from me

Leaving me with only scraps of wood for support

As I crumble to bits and pieces from a broken heart


You stole the very floorboards that kept me up

Leaving me spiriling into a sky full of stars

Getting farther and farther from you

But I am a universe full of secrets


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