Been knocking on doors for a long time
Hoping I would find my home
A place where I belong
None of them would give away
Spent all my time loving the passerbys
Ended up hurting myself even more
Few doors did open
Nothing felt like home
All of them empty houses
A garden of wilted roses
A graveyard of buried corpses
Their wide open windows
A constant remainder I don't belong
Their shut ones
Proving I will never belong.....
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