Woorden: Juliana Theory. Love. Shell Of A Man.

I won't nurture and feed this bitterness:
it's worthless in any of this.
Love and forgiveness are timeless and true.
I know you're full of fear.
I hope I'm never like you.

I won't nurture and feed this hate:
it's empty and doesn't change a thing.
Love will endure when it comes to the end.
I see you're insecure.
I know there's hope for you.

Why can't I let go?
I'm only the shell of a man.
I'm lost in myself
and afraid of who I really am-
the shell of a man.

I won't nurture and feed hostility.
It's pointless to dwell on my anger.
Love is the answer, inane as it seems.
I know you're full of hate,
I hope I'm never the same.

I won't nurture and feed this pain.
Imagine the magnitude of,
love that is given the chance to prevail.
I see you're full of tears,
and I can sense your hell.

Why can't I let go?
I'm only the shell of a man.
I'm lost in myself
and afraid of who I really am-
the shell of a man.

Take what you want to,
now that you've got the chance to.
Take it why don't you,
now that you've got the chance to?[x2]

Why can't I let go?
I'm only the shell of a man.
I'm lost in myself
and afraid of who I really am-
the shell of a man.

Why can't I let go?
I'm only the shell of a man.
I'm lost in myself
and afraid of who I really am-
the shell of a man.