Itґs easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
Itґs so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret Iґve kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years theyґve played

If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I
would

If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all my shame to the grave

Itґs easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
Itґs so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didnґt have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past

If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I
would

If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all my shame to the grave

Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I donґt feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change

Itґs easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
Itґs so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Itґs easier to run
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made
Itґs easier to go
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all my shame to the grave

Мне эта песня...наверное моя самая любима, после в In the end...я почему-то когда её слышу то мне представляется пустая автотрасса...я мои моё мотоцикл, который я получу когда исполнится 16(если на права сразу сдам)...я еду, я один...и впервые мне не одиноко...мне хорошо,легче убежать...но это чертовски притягательно...но потом мне почему-то представляется, что меня сбивает грузовик...я помню...сижу у друга и мы решили погадать в Таро, все карты выпадали счастье,любовь, а потом раз и смерть...не знаю почему я о этом вспоминаю...но мне не страшно...смерть...смешно..детские мечты...но я до сих пор мечтаю убежать, далеко-далеко, где я буду спокоен...
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