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So, the chain has been welded closed

Along with everything I ever felt, and now don't know

It's kind of like Christmas morning

Stocking's stuffed with sparkling coal

And a recipe for next years gifts



What I'm trying to say is

I've forgotten how good it feels to let myself love

To let myself let love come and go as she pleases

And not to force it



Here I stand like a strand of burning bulbs

Wrapped around the symbol of a supposed home

Yet, still nothing feels as it should

And nothing ever lightens the mood

Except the same thing that brings it down



Your memory is more than a blessing in times like this

More often a curse that I cannot resist

And in every meaning that I find

I still can't find the meaning as to why



I've forgotten how good it feels to let myself love

To let myself let love come and go as she pleases

And not to force it



Now, I don't know if this is "Goodbye"

Or if it's, "Wait around and we'll try again"

All I know, is the chain has been welded closed

And I can't force my way through it

And I can't force my way within