A House That Was Never a Home

When I wake up now, my eyes are clear
Everyday I remind myself you’re not here
And I tell myself that you’ll never hurt me again
Then I get out of bed and pretend
It’s hard to face the truth of my condition
It’s hard to know how deep this sorrow goes
And it’s hard to forget what happened
In a house that was never a home
On the outside I look like I’m doing just fine
On the inside I’m walking a razor thin line
All I want is somebody to know who I am
But no one would understand
Bridge:
All of my life I’ve been running away
Away from the things that you did
And it doesn’t take any courage to hate
But it’s hard
It’s hard, It’s hard to forgive