Tales From Another Broken Home.

Hearts recicled but never saved.

Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying... Am I demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure.

To run, to run away to find what you believe. And i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies.
And i, walk this line a million and one fucking times, but not this time.

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize when there ain't nowhere you can go. Running away from pain when you've been victimized... Tales from another broken home.

are you leaving your home?