"Broken Dreams, Frozen Hell"
10-01-05

Bandaids and blush to cover up
Sweatpants and longsleeved shirts
Everyday I swear I've had enough
Mental, physical, either way it hurts
Try to leave then I'm struck by the door
I deserve better I scream in pain
Over the top of being called a whore
A daily statistic, I slit my vein

Broken dreams, frozen hell
With bloody lips, no story to tell
Attacks on the delicate human mind
Decent people, so hard to find

I came home with a smile on my face
Surprising my sleeping beauty with a prize
Not knowing someone had taken my place
I'll never forget the look in her eyes
Not even Siberia could be so cold
Tears streaming, walking in the rain
Fallen apart, everything of hers I sold
Hoping lost memories could make me sane

Broken dreams, frozen hell
With bloody lips, no story to tell
Attacks on the delicate human mind
Decent people, so hard to find