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I've past the point of no return

I talked to You, but who there is home?

At my quiet door, I hear no knocking

one-way conversations, are so alone.



I scribbled down this downer ballad,

it won't be my last.

If I can grasp your attention,

I have something to add,



All my life I've lived in this house,

my humble abode.

With no one in it!

There is no one who's home.