I'm still sick of it all.
No matter how much I make believe
I'm always taking the fall.
Trying to stand tall,
but life's not keen on bringing relief.
So I dwell on old songs,
helping me to grasp the essence of my past.
All the hate and anger is still there,
unchanged and hidden inside.
But it all fades compared
to the pressure on my chest.
The weight of loneliness
is a heavy burden to bear.
As I see everyone I've ever loved
move away from here.
