The Place You Love Is Gone

THE PLACE YOU LOVE IS CONE, AND I DOUBT VERY MUCH IF IT'S COMING BACK FROM THE ROOM IT'S BEEN HIDING IN. COULD YOU GO THROUGH THAT ALL AGAIN? THAT ROOM COULD BE ANYWHERE. THE PLACE YOU LOVE IS CONE. YOU DON'T HAVE THAT PLACE TO RUN 'CAUSE IT IS GONE. I SIGHED IN THE RAIN THAT DAY WAITING FOR MY GHOST TO CARRY AWAY THE BOXES OF MEMORIES. NO ONE SHOULD HAVE MEMORIES LIKE THESE. THEY'LL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. THE PLACE I LOVE IS GONE. I DON'T HAVE THAT PLACE TO RUN 'CAUSE IT'S FUCKING GONE. I WAS BORN IN THE WAKE. I SEE IT EVERY SINGLE DAY, BUT IS IT WORKING? IS IT RUBBING OFF ON ME? I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO GET AWAY FROM THE PAIN. AM I STRONG ENOUGH? IS IT HEAVY ENOUGH? CAN I CARRY THIS WEIGHT? DEFINITELY GONE.