Letting Go by Auburn
Sometimes the pain is all I have
To remind me that Iâm alive.
I burn my fatherâs eyes
As the sun burns mine;
And I burn alive.
Iâm the bane of his existence. I inherited this curse.
I got left behind, might as well be buried alive.
Might as well be burned alive.
Iâm no good at letting goâ¦
Iâm a bitter man with this weight to bear.
With tired eyes that long to close forever.
Growing up I always wondered what I did.
How could you forget me so easily?
I could move away but it wouldnât solve anything
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