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.
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 and alone.
Cold, dark and alone.

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