Dig in deep to bring back everything you've buried.
It means much more to drop all the hate you've carried.

Blind all the cameras and drop all the pens,
Step backwards, green eyes open.

If nothing else, at the very least, and for the sake of waking,
give me something to stop the shaking.

There's a difference between being over and moving on,
But I fear without the pain life's no fun.