Breaking the hinges; facing the man that ruined everything
Is the hardest thing I've ever faced
But you'd be surprised by how cold a heart becomes
When you take everything it knows and loves

Of bloody hands and broken bones
Misery you'd never know
Of a cold heart and eyes like a loaded gun
How could you take a life and run?

I scream out " my son was five years old
The one whose blood shows on broken glass
On the side of the road
Eye for an eye; life for a life

Now there's blood on both of our hands
The last face you'll see is mine
You used a bottle, I'll do the same
But the bottle's best when it hits your face

Gasp for breath, murderer, don't even speak
Mutter out the words: I'm so sorry
But you don't know my pain
You can't feel anything

Standing over a broken body, lifeless and bleeding
I'm brought to my knees, hands behind my head
They read my rights as I spit
On the body that I robbed of life

Nothing to hope for
Nothing to try for
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for