I wake up and punch the clock wait for the bell go home and sit alone in this house that will never be a home I've closed myself off because I don't want the mess, there is no love here but there no pain and I feel that the emptiness is better than being full and then watching it slowly drain away, complacency is better than happiness solace is better than ignorant joy, my conscience is bare and my soul is torn and I no longer care for there is no love here but there is no pain