Woorden: V Shape Mind. Cul-De-Sac. E.L.T..

Although it seems ok,
Never really goes away,
The damage is done,
Always turns a color grey,

No closures there,
Floating in the air,
No answers there,
It all just disappeared,

And I wanted to,
Needed to be,
Every little thing you never were,

As the ground breaks,
There's still signs of disbelief,
And the sounds it makes,
Is just short of deafening,

Let it go, Let it go.

The master plan of shame,
Cannot change the things to come,
The fingers of blame,
Break em all of one by one,

An empty shell,
Searching for a soul,
The camera stare,
Emotion overload,

And I wanted to,
Needed to be,
Every little thing you never were,

As the ground breaks,
There's still signs of disbelief,
And the sounds it makes,
Is just short of deafening,

Let it go, Let it go

(Thanks to Doug Johnson for these lyrics)