Some people think if they survived
Then they’re alright
They take their blessings with them
And play a game of pretend

My hands are still *****
I know things aren’t right
Unfinished business is still a choice
I need to decide on a loud or silent voice

I won’t drag the past into a new life
It will remain only in my sight
With a soiled memory is how you left
And being wrong is what I must accept