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