The dais of the house is doing nothing but helping it stand,
One little brandish will tear the abode down to a bloody pulp,
Just like my family;
The only thing holding us together is my great grandma,
The only reason why my family comes around,
The reason why they are still here at my house carrying on and screaming,
Going out and doing nothing but drinking.
We tried and tried to fix the house,
We broke down,
Stuck in hell,
Broken and scratched.
The fire will never go out;
Not until she dies,
Not until her money is gone,
Spent and taken to her damn grave.
Damned the souls of my family.
Take me to hell and back!
Leave me with scratches on my back,
I don’t care!
Don’t touch her!
Leave her and I be…
She was my Key
To my house
When I forgot it at home
She was always there
Now she doesn’t even know my name,
Or how to speak.
But what day will be the last log in the fireplace?
The last spark,
All is I know is I am alone.