Each day I forget.

Each day I come home home.

Each day I key the door.

Each day I open it, feeling okay. 

Each day I am greeted by scilence and an empty room.

Each day I sit in my room alone.

Each night I lay in my bed again.

Each night I am clean again,

       There's no dirt on me,

        well not on the outside.

Each night I leave my door open

Each night I leave the hall light on.

Each night I stare where I know you will not again enter.

Each night I feel empty. 

Each night I lose my Grace, a little bit more.

        My Grace who has been there, 

             Each day... minus twelve.