It'll take more than a needle and thread to mend what you've done
Trust is not recovered near as fast as it's surrendered
Now it's all in tiny pieces with some stuck between
Dreams have all passed by without coming into being
A noose inside you mind that says to hang your problems high
So they stay buried in the depths confined to life inside your chest
Affecting every single breath a part of you until your death
And I hope there's never a day where I stand to proud to say sorry to my own blood
I know I'm flawed just like the rest but I would never put down love
No matter what your choices are or what kind of person you become
I'll have your back until the day you put me in the ground inside a box