I’m falling apart and there’s no one around
No one to pick the pieces from the ground
My heart is fallen and nobody’s there
To catch it and help it, to handle with care

I want to be whole and treated as one
I want to be out and free in the sun
My home is my prison, my room the bars
With the warden nearby being the cause

My home was once happy, now frustrating and dull
With my grandpa, the warden, talking til full.
The things he says, he just doesn’t care
Sometimes it makes you wish you weren’t there.

I became a puppet today, a toy for everyone
To bash and make cry, all just for fun.
Everyone broke me, no one to fix.
Even my love has finally turned against.

Where is the happiness I was meant to feel?
Am I really deserving of all this pain so real?
Where did I go wrong, was it when I was conceived?
Maybe this will end when everyone turns to grieve.