I held on to the anger because it was safer
I still need you father, to teach me how to be harsher
Sometimes letting go is better
Let the ones you love down softly
I don't blame you for leaving, it must not have been easy
Some things aren't a choice, the hand that is dealt to my sick and weak self
My mind is a well, it doesn't offer any help
Memories seem to dwell
Cold, dark, alone
Could you feel the tension in the air?
I swear I saw sparks there
My world shattered into pieces
Young and defeated
Some things aren't a choice, the hand that is dealt to my sick and weak self
My mind is a well, it doesn't offer any help
Memories seem to dwell
Cold, dark, alone