Empty Home
Echoes of Emptiness: Megan Shumway's Tale of Love's Undoing
Lyrics
Once upon a time, or just the other week
Reflecting on a past time, recently or in the distant past
This room was full of life and love
The room used to be vibrant with life and love
But now it's cold and bleak
Currently, the atmosphere is cold and desolate
And every painting on the wall only serves to mock my pain
Pictures on the wall intensify the emotional pain
The warmth seeped through the cracks
The warmth that used to fill the space has vanished
And I'm all that remains
The narrator is the only remaining presence in the emptiness
Push it down and let it go
Suppressing emotions and releasing them
My tears all left me long ago
Tears have dried up long ago
What's another heartbreak in the end
Accepting heartbreak as a routine part of life
So I'll just keep on doing what I know
Continuing with familiar coping mechanisms
Building walls around an empty home
Creating emotional barriers around an empty home
Oh, I'd rather you forget me
Preferably forgotten than causing more pain
Than dig another grave
Choosing personal suffering over affecting others
But I'm the fool who keeps on living
Continuing to live despite ongoing hardships
While all I love is torn away
Loss of loved ones and personal struggles
You'd die for me but I'd never ask you
Recognizing the sacrifices of others but hesitating to ask
I'm the one who's death is past due
Feeling overdue for personal tragedy
I'm building up from ashes all the time
Rebuilding life repeatedly from its lowest point
But I thought that maybe now
Hoping to possess something meaningful
I had something that was mine
Push it down and let it go
Emotional suppression and letting go of pain
My tears all left me long ago
Tears have ceased, emotionally numb
What's another heartbreak in the end
Acceptance of recurring heartbreak
So I'll just keep on doing what I know
Continuing with familiar coping mechanisms
Building walls around an empty home
Constructing barriers around a home devoid of meaning
But how am I supposed to tell our son
Concerns about explaining a father's absence to a son
When he asks me where you are
The uncertainty of the father's whereabouts
That his fathers gone
Father's absence from the narrator's life
But I don't even know
Uncertain about the father's return
If he's ever coming home
The air, once filled with laughter
A once joyful atmosphere now feels burdensome
Now hangs heavy
The weight of sadness hangs in the air
And I wonder, should I leave here?
Contemplating leaving the desolate home
One hollow home of many
One of many homes with emotional emptiness
I push it down and let it go
Continued emotional suppression and release
My tears all left me long ago
Tears are a distant memory
What's another heartbreak in the end?
Acceptance of heartbreak as a constant
Can't allow myself to mourn
Prohibiting oneself from mourning
It's been this way since I was born
Lifetime of being torn apart without learning to heal
Torn to pieces, never taught to mend
Continuing with learned coping mechanisms
So I'll just keep on doing what I know
Constructing emotional barriers despite pain
Building walls around an empty home
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