Once I was born to be leavingnOnce I was cruel to be kindnBut lately I've been dreamingnOf things I left behindnSnap shirts with stains on the collarsnBooks full of words underlinednBlack boots I bought for a dollarnThings I left behindnDon't try to change what the truth isnTraces remain in my mindnI hope you find some kind of usenfor the things I left behindnPosters of bands I once sang withnLP's I scratched over timenWords that have dropped from my languagenthings I left behindnDon't try to change what the truth isnTraces remain in my mindnI hope you find some kind of usenFor the things I left behindnSo choose what you want to remembernAnd try not to be too unkindnMy life still burns in the embersnOf the things I left behindnDon't try to change what the truth isnTraces remain in my mindnI hope you find some kind of usenFor the things I left behindnI hope you find some kind of proofnIn the things I left behind