It's easier to run replacing this pain with something numb,
it's so much easier to go than face all this pain here all alone.
Something has been taken from deep inside of me,
a secret I've kept locked away, no one can ever see.
Wounds so deep they never show, they never go away
like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played.
If I could change I would, take back the pain I would,
retrace every wrong move that I made I would,
if I could stand up and take the blame I would,
if I could take all the shame to the grave I would.
Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past
bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have.
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back
and never moving forward so there'd never be a past.
Just washing it aside all of the helplessness inside,
pretending I don't feel misplaced it's so much simpler than change.
...not my way