My scattered dreams
have made me a bitter man
cuz the broken glass
has cut away at my soul.
The what could've been reflections
haunt me in my sleep
and taunt me in my mind.
My broken heart
has made me a hateful man
cuz the scattered pieces
made my love fade away.
The ever glowing warmth
that easily flowed through me
just became a frozen block of ice.
My defeated pride
has made me an angry man
cuz the wicked shame
has brought upon a shadow.
The once lively person
has just become dead
to be born again.