I swore I'd never be one of those, Numb, vindictive, chained to a ghost I chant a worn-out Mantra Some bricks keep coming back, No matter where you throw 'em.
Losing's a part of living Something we all go through 'Least that's what you tell yourself
It takes about a year to let go Yet some people keep hanging on To their unbreakable ropes
And pray for the light, to chase away the night
How about (just) a little light, to show me where you are? A little mercy here would go pretty far Is this the year, the year we're letting go?