when a house is not a home

i walk up to my door and hate to turn the key, emptiness is all that waits inside for me, that's how it is when the one you love is gone, that's how it is when your house is not a home, i look around and see things marked with his and hers, things like these just seem to make it that much worse, that's how it is since i live my life alone, that's how it is since my house is not a home, is there a way out for a soul so torn as mine, each day i live i'm like a prisoner servin' time, that's how it is ask anyone who lives alone, that's how it is when your house is not a home, that's how it is since my house is not a home