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