This House

This house is a graveyard for memories
Where good times have come to die
Where trust and love are all buried
Deep down under painful eye
And this house is a sad destination
And if I could, I would not return
But to place my past on the pillow
Set fire to the bed, and watch it burn

This house, it crushes my spirit
And has stolen all my pride
And I'm tortured with every minute
I'm forced to remain inside of this house

And these walls are all held together
With deception and wasted years
And how am I supposed to rest my body
When I know I'm not welcome here
Cause this floor is stained and sour
With the blood of the innocent
And these halls are haunted with the echos of
Empty promises of time well spent