I walk through these walls of stone,

Echoes whisper but I'm still alone,

Curtains fall, but I'm wide awake,

These rooms hold trauma's I can't shake.

Familiar faces, but they're just ghosts,

Faded Smiles, shadows of what I dread the most,

This shelter's just a painted frame,

But no warmth comes from a name.

It's all built on a fault line, shaking beneath my feet,

I can dress up the cracks, but it's still incomplete.

This is not where I belong,

I've known this all along,

You never gave a second glance to me,

Even a blind man could finally see,

When daylight comes, I'll be gone alone,

'Cause it's crystal clear - a house is not a home.

(a house is not a home)

These walls breathe with secrets untold,

Windows wide but the air is so cold,

The floorboards creek under my regret,

Every step is a shame I can't forget.

Shelves full of pictures I can't erase,

But they're hollow frames in an empty space,

I'm just a stranger in this life we made,

Where promises fade like a dying flame.

It's all built on a fault line, crumbling beneath the weight,

We can fix the surface, but it's already too late.

This is not where I belong,

I've known this all along,

You never gave a second glance to me,

Even a blind man could finally see,

When daylight comes, I'll be gone alone,

'Cause it's crystal clear - a house is not a home.

(a house is not a home)

I'm picking up the broken bricks,

Can't fix the cracks with empty tricks,

I've painted the walls but the colors bled,

Now every room feels like the living dead.

The door is a mouth that never spoke,

And every promise was just smoke,

I built this dream, but it's just a shell,

No spark inside, just a living hell.

No matter how strong the beams they still break,

No matter how bright the light, it's still fake.

I carved my name in the wood but it's dust

THE FRAME HAS CRUMBLED FROM ALL THE RUST.

This is not where I belong,

I've known this all along,

You never gave a second glance to me,

Even a blind man could finally see,

When daylight comes, I'll be gone alone,

'Cause it's crystal clear - a house is not a home.

(a house is not a home)

Now the key's left in the door,

Footsteps fading, I need no more,

The roof is caving, the walls will fall,

But I'm standing tall outside it all.