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...