Release 

History brings out my enemies
I suffer from the sins my father gave to me
There isn’t any dirt that covers
I’m just left inside my room whispering

Back into the bottom

Then I found my daddy’s old guitar
I played those nylon strings my fingers blistering
It created this warmth inside
It’s what the preachers call my own awakening

Back into the bottom

I wish I were just a child again playing in my room
I wish I were just a child again playing in my room

Now I know why they plead
In this there’s hope for me

Back into the bottom

Release Me
Release Me
Release Me
Release Me

I wish I were just a child again playing in my room

I gathered up my pennies and I purchased you
I stayed indoors for hours up here in my room
I woke up and glanced over I’ll see you this afternoon
And you’ll never gather dust because you know that I need you

Release Me
Release Me
Release Me
Release Me