Packed my things up,   And left them by the door   With the fairy tales and the folklore.   Good intentions of which I couldn't grasp    And bottled dreams I could never have.      I walk towards the door   with a heart so heavy,   When I reach for the floor   I'm all alone.   Then I realize   through all the truth and the lies   Yours is the only voice   That I still hear.      I'm walking away   I'm sorry every day    But the pain and despair   Is my own cross to bear   So turn away    Turn away       As I walk by all the seeds that I have sewn    And the ground that I once called a home    I'm reminded of all the plans that I had made (Remind me why I did this)    And the flowers that have since decayed (Remind me why I did this)      I walk out that door   with a heart so heavy.   When you ask for more   I turn to stone.   Then I realize   Through all the truth and the lies   Yours is the only voice   That I still hear.      I'm walking away (I'm not quite what you say)   I'm sorry every day (I have no words to say)   But the pain and despair   Is my own cross to bear   So turn away (I'm not built this way)   Turn away (I'm not built this way)   I am a man of my mistakes   And they lay in shallow graves      I'm still looking for a way   To apologize for the mess I made,   For the words I wrote and played.   So I salt my wounds and lick them clean   And pray for some sort of amnesty   But there's no room at all   To even try and solve this mystery in me.      I'm walking away (I'm not quite what you say)   I'm sorry every day (I have no words to say)   But the pain and despair   Is my own cross to bear   So turn away (I'm not built this way)   Turn away (I'm not built this way)   I am a man of my mistakes (still followed by a past that isn't through with me)   And they lay in shallow graves