Zloy Rock — The Past Stays Buried Underground

There's no road running through this town,
Still got my tire marks in the ground.
Every mile I tried to leave behind still follows somewhere in my mind.
I burned photographs in parking lots,
Left old names to slowly rot.
Told myself the hurt would disappear if I drove enough from here.
But the night still hits the same: every shadow knows my name,
And every scar I tried to hide still bleeds somewhere deep inside.
Maybe pain don't leave at once; maybe healing takes its time.
The past stays buried underground,
But I still hear the echo sound.
Every wound still cuts somehow, even if I'm stronger now.
And maybe I won't feel this pain forever; maybe storms don't always last.
Maybe one day I'll stop looking backward and finally leave the past— And finally leave the past...
There's a crack inside my voice tonight,
Like old neon losing light.
I spent years blaming everyone for the man that I'd become.
Now the silence feels less cold,
Like my hands finally let go.
And every mile ahead of me feels a little more like peace.
Maybe time can teach the heart how to live without the dark.
The past stays buried underground,
But I still hear the echo sound.
Every wound still cuts somehow, even if I'm stronger now.
And maybe I won't feel this pain forever; maybe storms don't always last.
Maybe one day I'll stop looking backward and finally leave the past— Finally...
I can still feel every word, every goodbye,
Every bridge I watched burn down.
But the way it gets lighter now.
The past stays buried underground,
But it can't control me now.
Every scar became a part of the man I am somehow.
And maybe pain was never meant to kill me; maybe it was built to pass.
Maybe healing starts the moment you stop running from your past.
There's an old road outside this town,
But I don't need to run now.