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