It's easier [bad word] Replacing this pain with something numb
It’s so much easier to go
Then face this pain here all alone

Something has been taken from deep inside of me
The secret I’ve kept locked away no one could never see
wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
for years and years they've 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 the shame to the grave
It's easier [bad word] 
Replacing this pain with something numb
It’s so much easier to go
Then face all this pain here all alone

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back
And never moving forward so, there'd 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 the shame to the grave

Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness since i've
Pretending I don’t feel misplaced
It’s so much simpler than change

It's easier [bad word] 
Replacing this pain with something numb
It’s so much easier [bad word] Then face all this pain here all alone

It's easier [bad word] 
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made

It's easier [bad word] 
If I could change I would
Take all 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 the shame to the grave...

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Как легко убежать, согласись, 
Пустотой эту боль заменить,
Ведь гораздо легче сбежать,
Чем всю боль в одиночку принять.

Сломалось что-то вдруг во мне,
Секрет свой я хранил в душе,
Надежно спрятан под замком,
Ни для кого не виден он.

Но постоянно в моей голове
Мои мысли пылают в огне,
Я не избавлюсь от них никогда,
Год за годом они мучат меня.

Если б можно было изменить,
Я изменил бы, от боли избавил...
Если б я мог за собой проследить,
Я бы за каждым следил своим шагом.

Если бы можно было встать
И взять всю вину на себя,
Если б я мог в могилу забрать
Позор свой, то я бы забрал.

Я вспоминаю порой и о том,
Что в прошлом моем слишком темно,
Я вспоминаю о том, о чем мне
Воспоминаний бы не хотелось иметь.

Иногда я хочу бросить все
И не думать о том, что прошло,
И не двигаться никогда вперед,
Чтобы "прошлое" быть не могло.

Со стороны смотреть за всем,
Спрятав беспомощность где-то в себе,
Притворяться и ничего не менять,
Так проще намного, так легко убежать.