The Birthday Massacre

Lately,
Nothing passes lightly.
A heavy hand is holding me down -
A breeze is just an unfamiliar sound, to me.
Just close the door,
It's all coming back to me.
Be still my heart,
'Cause it's all coming back.
Just close the door,
It's all coming back to me.
Be still my heart,
'Cause it's all coming back.
Lately,
Nothing passes by me.
And every hand is pulling me down -
And praise is just an unfamiliar sound, to me.
Just close the door,
It's all coming back to me.
Be still my heart,
'Cause it's all coming back.
Just close the door,