There's a lot in my attic, Boxes of emotions that never should have been, Words on paper I never should have written Sometimes I don’t take time to heal, I just keep going, That’s a problem in my palace of emotions
Strong people break too, They do it quietly, So maybe I was a little too quiet, I guess it’s something to do with modern loneliness In my attic, my palace of emotions, There are walls with paintings and portraits I can’t fathom, Dust on shelves I can’t sweep down, Maybe it’s time I had a clear-out
Keys to doors I don’t know how to find, My attic is full of things I could use but can’t, My palace of emotions is a dark and busy place