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Walking down empty halls,
My footsteps echoing in the silence
This place was once a golden hop,
A beacon through the night
It soon became a wasteland
Despair was a friend that I held close
And behind a cheery mask I hid
But not long after, I found this path
And found the light again.
And now I wander through these empty halls,
My footsteps echoing in the silence
Pit-patter pit
Pit-patter pit
Warm memories of year that now seem so long ago
Classrooms devoid of life were then the playgrounds of my mind
They are closed, locked, fading fast
Melting back into the inky gloom that seems to swallow them entirely
It pains me to see this sight,
This is no longer a welcoming home
It has moved on, but I have not
It no longer needs or wants me, but I need it still
I come back here, hoping to find that hidden path
That plays its childish games and loves to run away
Here I return, time after time, day after day,
Every opportunity, every invitation
The people here still know my name, still greet me with resounding chorus.
That is the day, when gleeful sunlight pours through windows
And laughter rings from every corner
But this is the night; the night when I rule this domain
I stroll down these empty halls,
My footsteps echoing in the silence
And though I reign these empty halls, I know I don't belong

Description
Walking down empty halls,
My footsteps echoing in the silence
This place was once a golden hop,
A beacon through the night
It soon became a wasteland
Despair was a friend that I held close
And behind a cheery mask I hid
But not long after, I found this path
And found the light again.
And now I wander through these empty halls,
My footsteps echoing in the silence
Pit-patter pit
Pit-patter pit
Warm memories of year that now seem so long ago
Classrooms devoid of life were then the playgrounds of my mind
They are closed, locked, fading fast
Melting back into the inky gloom that seems to swallow them entirely
It pains me to see this sight,
This is no longer a welcoming home
It has moved on, but I have not
It no longer needs or wants me, but I need it still
I come back here, hoping to find that hidden path
That plays its childish games and loves to run away
Here I return, time after time, day after day,
Every opportunity, every invitation
The people here still know my name, still greet me with resounding chorus.
That is the day, when gleeful sunlight pours through windows
And laughter rings from every corner
But this is the night; the night when I rule this domain
I stroll down these empty halls,
My footsteps echoing in the silence
And though I reign these empty halls, I know I don't belong