Their is broken glass on the floor
Broken pictures on the wall
Frames missing glass
Copy's of my kids from before
Theirs blood on my hand
Some sweat and tears
But its not music
That you will find here
Garbage coat's this hell
Memories are in boxes
Off in storage
All that lingers is the smell
Ashes, charred wood and death
They hang out in my drawer
Sometimes I open it
And hope for a final breath
Knock if you will
Peek through a window
give me a call
There is no movement, cause i am finally still