(Brett Beavers)



I live in the house of pain

It always seems to rain

The rooms are dark and plain

Now that he's gone

And no one ever calls

And I've climbed every wall

My life's a crying shame

Here in the house of pain



Flowers used to bloom on the windowsill

Bluebirds used to sing in the yard

When the sun went down

We had the lovingest home in town

That was all before you broke my heart



Now I live in the house of pain

It always seems to rain

The rooms are dark and plain

Now that he's gone

And no one ever calls

And I've climbed every wall

My life's a crying shame

Here in the house of pain



A broken girl

A broken home

Broken dreams are all I own

Empty words

Empty sighs

Fill my empty rooms at night



I live in the house of pain

It always seems to rain

The rooms are dark and plain

Here in the house of pain



My life's a crying shame

Here in the house of pain