One box to hold a year or two
Two trucks to carry my memories
three loads of stuff we have to sell
I'm packing up my childhood but
Its not by my own free will.

Four ways I try to handle my pain
Five days used to torture me
Six different moments I want to die
I shut the door to my happy home
"I'm sorry goodbye"

Seven days made this week
Eight years you lived a different life
Nine times out of ten you did what was right
They always blamed you because of your past
If only they too could see the light?

For ten years you were a different man.
They were united against you yet still alone they stand.