• I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
    She felt it everyday.
    And I couldn't help her,
    I just watched her make the same mistakes again.


    He stood there facing the large building he once called a home. He really couldn’t call it a house because it wasn’t. It was actually a library. Why did he call it a home? Mainly because it was where he went when he needed to get away from his abusive brothers. The person inside welcomed him with open arms and always found ways to distract him from his current situation at his home. And he liked it. No. He loved it. He enjoyed doing what she asked just so he could get away from the horrible thoughts that crept into his mind when he wasn’t busy. But now no one was there. It was empty. The books that once rested on the shelves were gone and so was the librarian.


    What's wrong, what's wrong now?
    Too many, too many problems.
    Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.


    What was going on at his home? Easy. His brother’s were assholes. Both of them. They just wouldn’t stop with their little brother. Constant beatings everyday, not caring if he lives or die. What kind of family was that? But it didn’t matter. He had found a new family. This family was different than others. They may not have been related to each other but they looked after one another like they were. They cared about one another and wouldn’t let the other get hurt. That was the family he was part of. Until recently that is.


    She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
    It's where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.


    He didn’t know how it happen. He couldn’t believe that it could have happened. But before he knew it, his friends were gone in a flash. He was left alone and to wallow in his own misery. And he did. His brothers continued you their onslaught of abuse on their little brother and he let them. He didn’t run. He didn’t cower. He did nothing to protect himself. Why should he? The only reason he was alive was because of the people that recently left him. Now…he just saw no point.


    Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
    You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
    Be strong, be strong now.
    Too many, too many problems.


    He sat down on the cold steps leading up the library. He didn’t understand why he continued coming here when the doors were locked. It was a waste of time really. Time he didn’t have because of his brothers. But still he went. Like a abused pup returning to it’s master, wanting to be taken back and be loved on. He placed a hand on the doors, shuddering from the little magic that remained inside. How he missed the feeling. How he missed being somewhere warm and wanted. The feeling of being loved. And now he’ll never have that feeling again. All because he was stupid and messed up again.

    Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
    She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
    It's where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.


    And once again the tears start flowing. How odd if was for this to happen to him now. Before he met the family he was a part of, he never cried. Not even when his brothers hit him or when he lost their respect. It was something that never mattered to him. But then they came along and things changed. Feelings that he locked away slowly returned to him. Happiness, sadness, worry. He even remembered how to cry. It was all because of them that he became a better person. All because of them. And now he lost them. All of them. They just didn’t want to bother with him anymore.


    Her feelings she hides.
    Her dreams she can't find.
    She's losing her mind.
    She's fallen behind.


    With them gone, he locked away all his emotions deep within his heart, just where they were before they all showed up. He went from cold and uncaring, to warm and happy, back to his previous state. Whatever his brothers did to him, he hid his true feelings behind a stronger defensive wall. He refused to let them have the pleasure of seeing him in pain. Only when he was in the confinement of his own room did he let it all out. Either he cried silently into the open air or he slashed at his skin like it was nothing. What was the point of caring anymore when there was no one to care for him no more? They hated him. They were ashamed of him.

    She can't find her place.
    She's losing her faith.
    She's fallen from grace.
    She's all over the place.
    Yeah, oh


    And then he broke down. After another painful round of brotherly love he finally snapped. As soon as he entered his room, he screamed. He screamed loud enough that the whole west wing of the house could hear it if not the whole house. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find and threw it across the room. The glass vase shattered against the wall, sending water and flowers a few places. It made him feel better but it wasn’t enough. He continued to do so. Throwing things across the room, breaking things, punching the wall until his knuckles bleed. He didn’t stop until he clamed down. And when he finally did, he fell to floor and let the tears fall freely.

    She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
    It's where she lies, broken inside.
    With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
    Broken inside.


    And here he was once again. Sitting on the cold steps, his back leaning against the library doors, a empty heart and empty mind. Why was it that he bothered so much with this place? Was it to feel more human? Or was it because he really wished that they would come back and welcome him with open arms. Yeah. That must’ve been it. But it was pointless to think that. They were never coming back. They no longer needed him. They forgot about him and didn’t care anymore. So…why bother waiting? Why bother even living anymore? Damn…he had a long life ahead of him now…

    She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
    She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah