The voice says "let go," but I know I won't let go. So the words, they stick, they're stuck, I'm out of luck, they won't flow. And I slow down. I shake off your praise as I mumble, mumble that I'm not sweet and I'm not being humble; better things for better days. You make me tremble at night. We turn off all the lights and then I'm all right because you can't see and regret. You can't see me so you forget. Let the Dark last forever.