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 then

Nothing at all

My dead hands rise

Why am I this way?

Face my past I can't let go

I see them in the jel

Laughing at me it is hell

Nothing can stop this torture

Fake my way through life

Call on my wife

Went back that way and I saw just what I was worth

Nothing 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