Splintered

Chewed up, spit out, left to fend for myself
At a young age, formative trauma

I’ve become a contortion, a twisted mass of exhausted potential
I’ve become a contortion, a twisted mass of exhausted potential
Life will leave you staring at a wall, then you realize this is not the pinnacle of your success

Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede
Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede
Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede
Caught in my thoughts, forced to concede

This is the sound of shattered innocence
This is the sound of shattered innocence

I’ll bide my time and wait
I’ve lived with this pain for long enough
I can wait
For everyone to know the truth