There's nothing here nobody home
Just deep scars and gaping wounds...

You see it in my eyes
i'm a broken man...

Always looking for an escape
And another alibi to hide behind...

Nowhere to go so I crawl inside my head
from here i can see how much is dead...

I sat there broken and alone
My weary heart had grown numb...

Looking at that tree standing there
Stoic strong and almost noble...

This heart shattered tattered and torn
Drawing back and attacking each other...

Having watched it whither
wallow and slowly die...