I lived a life
Of unhealed pain
When you turn out the lights
In a tomb of shame
I should admit I tend to overreact
I'll die with my secrets
I never found it easy to just relax
I'll die with my secrets here
I pick up heavier bags
Every time I move
Like it's part of the past
And the future too
Breathe through the pain like an old tattoo
Something must be broken in the space between
Disconnected again, apologies
Better days just never found their way to me
And the root of all my bitterness
Grows tall in the soil and sun
Of the hurt that I have never faced
And fear that what's been done is done
And the part of me
That wishes I decided differently
Just suffers quietly
Under the weight of the things I have done
Something must be broken in the space between
Disconnected again, apologies
In the dirt of the earth are memories I buried deep
Given time, it will find its way to me
Better days won't find me
Better days won't find...
