Let Go

My scabs are almost picked

Slowly growing into this, feelings I just can't let go

I am such a bore that you need that much more

Go back that way and see what you get from me thenNothing at all, my dead hands rise

Why am I this way?

Face my past I can't let go

I see them in the gelLaughing at me it is hell

Nothing can stop this torture

Fake my way through life, call on me my wife

Went back that way and I saw just what I was worthNothing at all, my dead hands rise

Why am I this way?

Face my past I can't let go

I won't take no for an answer