I've cleaned out my closet.
But to be here and start again, it's almost like it'll never end.
You see me as a form and not the man I really am.
It takes some company, but not from you.
It brings me down.
There's a sale at the misery factory.
There's a yard sale in my head,
but no buyers seem to come my way.
When we were young and not abducted,
by our lives of misery I acted out but now there's just pain.
Won't go away.
It's like a weight of guilt, pressing my shoulders.
The broken promises.
The lies we choose to deal with this in different ways.
And now alone, I choose to be.
Just let me be.
To Those Who Walk Behind Us
- Blood on Your Parade
- For the Record
- Just Come and Get Me
- Seeking Truth - Telling L..
- Sale at the Misery Factor..
- To Those Who Walk Behind ..
- If All the World
- My Number Is Expired
- Johnny (Fine Young Cannib..
- This Unscheduled Moment
- Nu gik det lige så godt