When there�something
That won�let you sleep
Can you live with
The secrets you keep

All the pain all the pride
All the poison you抳e taken
That�killing you inside

There�a manifested bitterness
In all the joy you抳e known
There�no point in redemption
Some things are better left alone

I抳e waited
For freedom from bondage of self
Grow tired of everyone else
Grown cold
Grown sick of the doctrine
The lies that I抳e been told