Splintered, broken Words left unspoken Hold in my hands, my heart, abandoned Too scared to face it, but powerless to break it
Alone for the first time, but not for the last time Assembling the pieces of this splintered pile
Splintered, broken Words left unspoken Hole in my hands, my heart, abandoned Ignorant child can you find your way home this time?
This splintered pile of bones tells me no Seeds that were sewn are now overgrown Smothering and choking this garden that once was me
Like a stab in my back you were there for me Picking at the pieces of the pile Taking all that's left, i see i'm your trophy A mantle-prop of this once innocent child
Broken For every piece unbroken Splintered A thousand more are falling down
Alone for the first time, but not for the last time You're smothering and choking this garden of me
