[verses] Life didn’t always present itself In ways I was prepared to accept. Curiosity could get me in trouble Even my devotion led to regret. One could say I’d been sheltered—‘Naive as hell’—a more accurate phrase It’s true I maintained my convictions But the venom found other ways. My life became poisoned with stories Each with its own toxic brew I suffered gut wrenching trauma From things I didn’t even do. Eventually I had to run away From everyone I knew And start life all over again But mistakenly I did what I shouldn’t do I carried those stories with me Telling them over and over again As if addicted to the chaos Treating them like an old friend. [Bridge] I had to learn to let them go And it took years to understand why But poison stories can kill you twice Long before you die. [chorus] Had to give up poisonous stories Before they became my sin Theres nothing to be gained by remembering Reliving them all over again. Had to give up those stress-filled stories The poison’s not good for my health They’ll never make my life better Can’t even keep them to myself. Had to give up those horrible stories Before they did me in Theres nothing to be gained by remembering Reliving them all over again. Had to give up those nerve wrenching stories The poison’s not good for my health They’ll never make my life better Can’t even tell them to myself.
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