I was lied to when I was told life was fair,
And that someone would always be there,
I hated myself more than anyone else.
I was so unhappy with the cards I was dealt.

When I was a child,
My castle was my home,
Now I walk down empty streets,
Memories and me alone,
It s easier to burn a bridge then to cross it,
To slip, give in, give up,
Move on and try to forget.

More has been said in silence
Than can ever be spoken in words,
Secret s shared, and promises kept,
And feelings that will never be cured.

When I was a child,
My castle was my home,
Now I walk down empty streets,
Memories and me alone,
It s easier to burn a bridge then to cross it,
To slip, give in, give up,
Move on and try to forget.