When I get home
the door's unlocked
and I walk into a disturbing scene
Everything is a total wreck
scattered around
what a mess
I look around and take it all in
What the hell?
Everything here represents a piece of my life
I work too hard just to exist
Did you have to break all those things that you didn't take?
Every bowl and plate costs money to replace!
I pick up the phone, dial 911 as I check the rooms
I wish I had a gun but what would I do?
My TV"s gone, my computer too
My guitars aren't here and neither are you
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