Oh Mother, I can feel, the soil falling over my head,And as I climb into an empty bed,
Oh well, enough said,
I know it’s over still I cling, 
I don’t know where else I can go,
Over  But in my heart it was so real 

half a soul

I always said that I would try to fix you if you needed me, but what if I was the one broken, would you be there to fix me ?