Windows are boarded up Plywood shades warping This house tells a tale of mourning The kids still ride their bikes past this house slowly In disbelief, they couldn't sleep that night This house is my reminder, a portrait traced into my minds eye It's endless revolving doors Circles of life and nothing more The world will always be our lives composed to paper Torn apart then thrown away I know that there's a reason why we try so hard to shake the hands of fate There are no words that could ever stop the pain Our lives will carry on the same This house is my reminder of what we have and who we live for Is this what life's worth living for? The world will always be our lives composed to paper Torn apart then thrown away I know that there's a reason why we give our lives to end only the same There are no words that could ever stop the pain Our lives carry on