Fragmented, discarded
My whole life I've been taken for granted
I sought refuge
In your fair hands
Until you found a new cross to bear

The saddest thing is I can see
A part of you still living within me
Each day a blessing
Each day a curse
It's the flip of a coin
Well spent on my ill health

Fragmented, discarded
My will to bury the hatchet
My innocence
Replaced by hate
I'm sorry mother you've dug your grave

I stand by
My own short comings
In hopes that you might find reasons in my actions
My innocence replaced by hate

Burn the wretched one
Burn the silver tongue

Your words are wasted
On ficticious serenity

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