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