This house, these cracked walls
Why does it still stand?
Why shouldn't it just crumble?
Inside, is it so special?
If it ever were to fall, would people notice?
Would they mind at all?
Will their countenance grimace
When the dust hits their face?
Or will they sob?
Sob until they're empty
Sob until they're empty
Just like this house
These cracked walls, it might just crumble