I walk through the house,
the house I loved so much.
There are so many memories left behind,
and so much I could touch.
But I don't want to,
I want to forget.
About the people I once knew,
about the people I met.
This house is a bad memory,
I don't want to remember.
About who murdered me,
and all of my family members.
See I used to be happy,
but not anymore.
I hate the people,
the people who slammed me to the floor,
I want to get back at them,
but I don't want to see their faces.
Now I'm wandering,
in all sorts of different places.
I just can't help it,
I don't know what to do.
I wish I could've saved my family,
and I wish I could've saved you.
You were the best,
the one I looked up to.
But you're gone now,
and so am I,
but you see I wasn't ready,
not to say good~bye.
