|
In the winter of 2010, I lost my mother to the barrel of her loaded gun. |
|
Two weeks later my forgotten dad lost the battle of his life long suicidal run. |
|
He was dead to me years ago but losing her was an eternal blow. |
|
I've spoke in the past of the broken, but now I really know. |
|
If there's one thing I've learned, we're all put here to die. |
|
So why jump your turn. |
|
I'm living day by day. |
|
There's strange comfort in apathy. |
|
Lay cold and alone in the ground. |
|
Will it be paradise or will you burn. |
|
This is all a gamble until it's your turn. |
|
He was dead to me years ago but losing her was an eternal blow. |
|
I've spoke in the past of the broken, but now I really know. |
|
There's strange comfort in apathy. |
|
Home is where the broken heart is. x3 |
|
Son to none. No home but the roads I roam. x2 |
|
Home is where the broken heart is. x2 |
|
We're all brokenhearted. |
