My Song
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
Home is where the broken heart is
Home is where the broken heart is
Son to none. No home but the roads I roam
Son to none. No home but the roads I roam
Home is where the broken heart is
Home is where the broken heart is
We're all brokenhearted
