Walking through the door
I close my eyes and breathe in
Everything looks the same
Nothing’s changed except for me

Broken carousel on the shelf
Reminds me of my broken self
Will I ever be whole again
Will I ever be home again

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Where is the child who used to sleep in this bed
She’s gone and all her fears are dead
She’s gone and all her fears are dead

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Smiling pictures by the phone 
Behind them a story told
Of laughter and tears 
The weight of all the years

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She dreams of a world outside these walls
As she tiptoes through the darkened halls
Will she ever be whole again
Will she ever be home again

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Where is the child who used to sleep in this bed
She’s gone and all her fears are dead
She’s gone and all her fears are dead

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Where is the girl who wanted to be me
She’s hiding where they can see 
She’s hiding where they can see