Based on "it may not always be so; and i say"

I have a few things to say to your face
But oh well, you're dead, so I can't tell you
(You're made-up, you're stupid... to name a few)
Somehow I think it would be in poor taste
To say what you are, put you in your place
(You're pathetic, you're foolish...desperate, too)
It's strange, you don't exist. Sometimes I think, "Who?"
(Not that you're really dead, you're just erased)

I don't think this will do me any good
I can write all I want, you're still alive
It bothers me still that I can't make you leave
(Go ahead, go away, like you said you would)
Ha, you're still nothing (You'll never survive!)
If you still exist, then I won't believe.

I was their house, I am their home.
Remove their footsteps, they are gone
They have left, I am alone.

Shelves all emptied, pipes frozen stone
Empty of thought, all curtains drawn
I was their house, I am their home.

Voices echo from my panes,
Now Silence creeps across the lawn.
They have left, I am alone.

Betrayed, static. Helpless, still.
Another sunset, another dawn
I was their house. I am their home.

Naked nails on nearby wall -
Growth charts singing unheard songs
They have left, I am alone.

I have no doubts, they won't be back.
They will forget before too long.
I was their house, I am their home
They have left, I am alone.