This is a ventilation process. ..
You drive, you hide, you run from your sins.
You dive, head first into sorrow again.
You tried, I guess, to better your way.
But the dust on your shoulders, are there to stay.
Forgive, forget, for they have no will.
Against myself, against you all.
Cheer up, calm down, put one foot in front of the other.
Let go, go easy on yourself, that was years ago.
The weight, the world, my back feels old.
The eyes, the smirks, my heart is cold.
Don't let it hurt you, just move on.
The chip on my shoulder is my only true friend.