built our home up with each other,
mixed the mortar for the bricks,
installed a grand fireplace to know when one was home.
the home I once knew is just a house,
your house is not welcome to me anymore,
the fireplace no longer burns,
doors are all locked, windows are boarded up.
I was always wary of this house, stepping foot into it,
something slightly off about it,
I just couldn't put my finger on,
but I didn't realize until everything came crumbling down.
would you like to know what it was?
the whole house wasn't even real.
the house was made of rickety rubbish and trash,
the saddest part is you tried to pass it off for something real.
