In these empty halls I dwell
Looking at pictures on the wall
Thinking about the stories I was told
And conversations I can’t clearly recall
I run my hands along the wallpaper
And consider all I’ve held in my hand
Things I was told to let go of
For reasons I’ll never understand
As I approach the door, I hesitate
Leaving makes me feel insecure
These halls are so familiar
I feel safe and somewhat...