You did well, devil
Family life
It's like puzzle pieces disconnected
Pictures frames will never find
This broken home my demons still reside
You would think we could have lived together with all this [bad word] inside
 [bad word] 
Mother
I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home
I am a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone
Or am I just a head in the clouds, [bad word] wind every time theres a storm?

Verse 2

Where do I go now?
I grew up in a house God built with the devils blueprints with no foundation found
I went to [bad word] to have some words with the devil about what he did, but it was empty
Everyone moved out
 [bad word] 
Mother, I just needed you to know something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home
And father, I needed you the most
But I'm still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow

Bridge

Every time
I try
To bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind
I see the same crow on the power line
He could have flown to any other home
But he'll never stop chasing mine
He’ll never stop chasing mine
It's a strange
Kind [bad word] Learning to always love the cracks inside
Broken homes
 [bad word] 
Mother
I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home. And father
I needed you the most
But I'm still a kid in aging skin
And I will always love you both