There's a place,
Where the worn becomes the new.
Few people know that it exists,
Where redemption's just admittance away.
And dignity will stay,
If situations are level with your head.
My,
What time.
I thought there for a while that I had won.
What a joke,
Falling prey to circumstance light years away.
It's a heavy obligation when you're singing your own song.
And you've only just been told that you're singing it all wrong.
And you think the words can't change you've been singing them too long.
It's a heavy obligation X3
But there's a place you can go,
To lighten the load.
March,
Fell.
April came and went and turned to may.
Today, here I stand clutching on to shame.
Won't let up,
Waiting here for something to erupt.
Still,
It stays.
Locked inside my body aching maze.
And I'm right.
Right?
It's a heavy obligation when you're singing your own song.
And you've only just been told that you're singing it all wrong.
And you think the words can't change you've been singing them too long.
It's a heavy obligation X3
But there's a place you can go,
To lighten the load.