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I can't come home to an empty hello; I'd rather not be greeted at all, the word is so hollow. I can't come to believe that we've sunk this low and we seem to continue to fall; first you then we follow. I'm holding the rope now, at least we've got one another. Please don't let go now, save my sister and brother. I can't walk down this street and not start to cry; I see a broken door and sunken eyes that see right through. I can't talk to you now and hold back my tear; I fear that I've created all of these lies to try and uplift you. Take me home. A home is more than four walls, some rooms, and a set of halls. The structure that lives inside can't be subject to divide. A home is more than a house; a house you can live without. A home must be built with love, and those you've been thinking of. I fear I'm loosing ground. This city is all that I need. This skyline right before me From Letras Mania