Texty: Good Riddance. All The Joy You've Ever Known.

When there's something
That won't let you sleep
Can you live with
The secrets you keep

All the pain all the pride
All the poison you've taken
That's killing you inside

There's a manifested bitterness
In all the joy you've known
There's no point in redemption
Some things are better left alone


I've waited
For freedom from bondage of self
Grow tired of everyone else
Grown cold
Grown sick of the doctrine
The lies that I've been told