I'm That House
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I'm that house who has been on the block for years
Who have seen many parties and lots of tears
I'm hearing rumors that I might be put up for sell
Different types of notices coming in through the mail
If only I can make the decision or be given an option
I don't want people fighting over me at an auction
I'm getting too old and my paint is starting to peel
By looking at me you can only imagine how I feel
Broken cupboards, run down sinks and crooked tile
There's hardly anyone who looks at me with a smile
Who could possibly want me when I'm so run down
You can't open a door without a screeching sound
True I do have a big yard but my grass isn't green
I also have the biggest bedrooms you've ever seen
There are good things about me that's still the same
My roof is still strong and doesn't leak when it rains
Screws and a new paint job would give me that shine
Give it some thought before signing that dotted line
Copyright © Keyonda Aldana | Year Posted 2025
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