Fallen from faith, I stand alone...
Staring at my broken home...
Wishing life would just end...
No more pain ever again...
Torn and tattered, pushed aside...
Failing fast, grab the knife...
Wishing for a better life...
I sit and say my last goodbye...
Watching, waiting, suffocating...
Loving still what I'm creating...
A place that I can call my own...
A happy place... To call home...
