I carry burdens like anchors tied to my ankles. They’re pulling me down, and taking me under. I couldn’t forgive myself for the things I’ve done, not even if I tried. Oh how I’ve tried. They weigh me down, and take me out. There’s nothing I can do to be set free, there’s no way for me to feel the way I did once before. They’ll stick with me throughout it all, They’ll stay with me until I fall. The heavy conscience of my regrets, the hardened heart of my own chest. I feel ashamed, I feel no claim. I’ve lied, and I’ve lied. Only to cover my own mistakes, only to dig myself in deeper, only to deal myself no relief. Burdens of anchors, and a conscience of heat, I deal myself no relief. I carry burdens like I carry anchors.