Rise from dark Feel your true self And forget these obscure feelings
Feel all the light You owe nothing to them You owe nothing to pain
Bury them deep and disattach yourself From what they did to you. There's no such thing as dependance to pain Crush the past with bare hands You owe nothing to hem You owe nothing to these places, theses pleople They're executioners. You owe nothing to them You owe nothing to pain
Wherever you are, and you're in grief Whoever you are, I just want you to know That I'm here I may not have encountered pain as deep as yours. But I can still hear you call.