There’s a place,nWhere the worn becomes the new.nFew people know that it exists,nWhere redemption’s just admittance away.nnAnd dignity will stay,nIf situations are level with your head.nnMy,nWhat time.nI thought there for a while that I had won.nWhat a joke,nFalling prey to circumstance light years away.nnIt’s a heavy obligation when you’re singing your own song.nAnd you’ve only just been told that you’re singing it all wrong.nAnd you think the words can’t change you’ve been singing them too long.nnIt’s a heavy obligation X3nnBut there’s a place you can go,nTo lighten the load.nnMarch,nFell.nApril came and went and turned to may.nToday, here I stand clutching on to shame.nWon’t let up,nWaiting here for something to erupt.nnStill,nIt stays.nLocked inside my body aching maze.nAnd I’m right.nRight?nnIt’s a heavy obligation when you’re singing your own song.nAnd you’ve only just been told that you’re singing it all wrong.nAnd you think the words can’t change you’ve been singing them too long.nnIt’s a heavy obligation X3nnBut there’s a place you can go,nTo lighten the load.