I walked into a house I never chose,
A roof over my head, but the walls always close.
On this porch, I lost my dream. It's buried in a box that I lost. I'm losing my time, energy, being slapped in the face of reality.
The time slipped through my fingers that have been broken for a years. My deeams packed their bags, had no idea for living.
The clock's hands tied mine behind my back, running out of time, stuck on a one-way track.
I bite the bullet, I swallow the days, living under it pressure.
The walls have no ears, but they whisper at once,
Chasing my tail in a room I can't forget.
A house of stone,
The wall is ready to collapse whenever it wants. Yep, here I am! Waiting the walls to fall one by one.
Then i'll write afterwards
"What's done is done, what's gone is gone*
Home is where the heart is. I don't give a shit, I dont fuckin' want to built the house of stone.