I\'ve been hanging with spirit that has nothing but regret
Now it\'s down on this page with my pencil around its neck
No longer will you contain me, within a world that\'s on its own
My inner child is safe, this story has already been told
While once you may of shoved me, in ways to find my strength
Nowadays you are just to heavy, impossible too even step
I scribe these words of wisdom
To rest inside my head
Nothing else is needed
Other than to let go of what\'s been said.