I could call myself up
I could bring myself down
Down inside your heart
Where characters are
I could be where I want to be
You could be where you are
Inside this hell
I hear a bell
So I bring up the past
It burns like a stone
There's no point cryin' when you're all alone
There's nowhere to go to
No friends to rely on
But nobody wants you, you're too old
I could be free inside a page
I could express myself
All the rage
I could be with you now, I could be there
To witness the toxic
To witness the stares
So I bring up the past
It burns like a stone
There's no point cryin' when you're all alone
You could be a good writer
You could be a good soul
But nobody wants you, you're too old
Apologies come to those who wait
But I don't owe anything to you
You chose your cards and you're playing them now
So I bring up the past
It burns like a stone
There's no point cryin' when you're all alone
You could be a good writer
You could be a good soul
But nobody wants you, you're too old
Apologies come to those who wait
But I don't owe anything to you
You chose your cards and you're playing them now
