Breaking the hinges; facing the man that ruined everything Is the hardest thing I've ever faced. But you'd be surprised by how cold a heart becomes When you take everything it knows and loves. Of bloody hands and broken bones Misery you'd never know Of a cold heart and eyes like a loaded gun How could you take a life and run? I scream out "My son was five years old. The one whose blood shows on broken glass on the side of the road." Eye for an eye; life for a life Now there's blood on both of our hands. The last face you'll see is mine. You used a bottle, I'll do the same. But the bottle's best when it hits your face. Gasp for breath, murderer, don't even speak. Mutter out the words, "I'm so sorry." But you don't know my pain. You can't feel anything. Standing over a broken body, lifeless and bleeding. I'm brought to my knees, hands behind my head They read my rights as I spit on the body that I robbed of life. Nothing to hope for. Nothing to try for. Nothing to live for. Nothing to die for.