| I’ve cleaned out my closet
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| But to be here and start again, it’s almost like it’ll never end
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| You see me as a form and not the man I really am
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| It takes some company, but not from you
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| It brings me down
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| Misery
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| Factory
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| Misery
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| There’s a sale at the misery factory
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| There’s a yard sale in my head, but no buyers seem to come my way
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| When we were young and not abducted, by our lives of misery I acted out but now
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| there’s just pain
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| Won’t go away
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| It’s like a weight of guilt, pressing my shoulders
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| The broken promises
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| The lies we choose to deal with this in different ways
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| Accepted
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| And now alone, I choose to be
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| Just let me be
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| In misery |