Broken Home

Picking up the pieces of a broken home

I never thought that I would be alone

I got people to love, but got no people to phone

I'm the last one standing like a seedless oak

Everything changes at incredible paces

Queued up in line that's got nobody waiting

My self image is always self hating

I broke two hearts cause my morals are draining

So when I fucked up I know that it was my fault

Never should of let my trauma go and walk on its own