it s a broken house: bloody handprints on the wall, ghosts out in the hall; that s where mama lives. i can still hear her calling out my name. singing i'm sorry now. i didn t mean to hurt you like i did. i always wanted to make a change. always offered the worst in me: all my hate, all my anger, all my self-loathing. you can t go wrong if you bring love. i'm a broken man. blood on my hands. ghosts out in the hall. just ignore them all, but i still hear them. no i can t hear her. i won t die hear. time to fight. time to be a better man. |