Broken Chains Rising

(hummmmm) Another door, another address on a piece of paper

Packing up my life in a plastic trash bag,

see you later No family photos,

no measurements on the wall frame Just a temporary placement where they

barely knew my name

Always the extra plate,

always the quietest kid in the room Growing up unwanted in a

cold, artificial bloom

Can you hear

me when the shadows fall?

(can you hear me) Writing letters on a crumbling wall

Searching for a home,

running from the pain Trying to find a shelter in the freezing

rain

So I turned eighteen and they handed me the street sign No

safety net, no map,

just a blurred-out baseline Met a chemical friend that promised he could

freeze the clock Slipped into the haze,

now I'm living on a broken block From the foster home straight

to the bottom of the spoon Chasing any spark to block out

the empty afternoon (so cold)

Hit the rock bottom in the middle of the night Saw a

reflection in the puddle,

realized I gotta fight (I gotta fight) No more running,

no more hiding from the past This is the moment that the

chains begin to snap

Can you hear me when the shadows fall?

(I can hear you now) Writing letters on a crumbling wall

Searching for a home,

running from the pain Trying to find a shelter in the freezing

rain

Finally found a home inside my own skin

Overcame the storm, this is where I begin

(yeah,

where I begin)