I'm sitting here with a handful broken dreams
i'm waiting till my mother screams .
She'll ask me to come for dinner
and i'll put away the knife
i'll roll down my sleeves
maybe i'll find a reason
to stop me from being
or maybe i'll find something
that makes me feel complete.
i'm still sitting here, with a handful broken dreams
waiting till someone screams
i'm broken, fxcked up & torn apart.
before i forget ;
