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[Verse 1]

Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've run

So much unpacking to be done

Can't escape these boxes, carefully and carelessly packed

Many weathered and cracked

Memories needed and needless all the same

Hidden under labels, some worn with no name

[Verse 2]

Boxes labeled regret are heavy, and full of shame

Sifting through the wreckage, wondering who to blame.

One of hope and fresh starts, now broken pieces and parts.

Pictures of a little girl caught up in the mess

Tried to unmask truth in a shot glass

[Chorus]

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past?

[Verse 3]

Found answers in a box marked lessons of old

A story I never told of a heart so cold

Another holds a hidden track of time

Only bits and pieces come to mind

Are answers to the questions ones I'm meant to find?

[Bridge]

Others left boxes behind.

Are the answers in the ties that bind?

Boxes they will never claim

And that's part of the pain

Memories were sown

Are they all mine to own?

[Chorus]

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past

[Outro]

I keep unpacking the past...

Can I find answers at last?

If I stop unpacking the past...

Will I find freedom at last?

The unpacking has been so slow...

Do I really need to know?

Maybe time to let it go.

Gonna let it go...

Just let it go.

Verse 1]

Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've run

So much unpacking to be done

Can't escape these boxes, carefully and carelessly packed

Many weathered and cracked

Memories needed and needless all the same

Hidden under labels, some worn with no name

[Verse 2]

Boxes labeled regret are heavy, and full of shame

Sifting through the wreckage, wondering who to blame.

One of hope and fresh starts, now broken pieces and parts.

Pictures of a little girl caught up in the mess

Tried to unmask truth in a shot glass

[Chorus]

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past?

[Verse 3]

Found answers in a box marked lessons of old

A story I never told of a heart so cold

Another holds a hidden track of time

Only bits and pieces come to mind

Are answers to the questions ones I'm meant to find?

[Bridge]

Others left boxes behind.

Are the answers in the ties that bind?

Boxes they will never claim

And that's part of the pain

Memories were sown

Are they all mine to own?

[Chorus]

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past

[Outro]

I keep unpacking the past...

Can I find answers at last?

If I stop unpacking the past...

Will I find freedom at last?

The unpacking has been so slow...

Do I really need to know?

Maybe time to let it go.

Gonna let it go...

Just let it go.

Feedback "Unpacking the

I want to share a deeply personal lyric I've been working on.  I've done some trimming and reworking.  It hits on emotional baggage, a journey of overthinking and learning to let go. Though a personal journey I am ready for straight up feedback. Ultimately, hoping to find a composer, musician or producer who connects with the lyrics and would like to collaborate in putting it to real music and bringing it to life.

Unpacking the Past 

{Verse 1}

Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've run

So much unpacking to be done.

Can't escape these boxes, carefully and carelessly packed. Many weathered and cracked.

Memories needed and needless all the same

Hidden under Labels, some worn with no name

 {Verse 2}

Boxes labeled regret are heavy, full of shame

Sifting through the wreckage, wondering who to blame. 

One of hope and fresh starts, now broken pieces and parts.  Pictures of a little girl

Blurry lessons learned too early.

Hazy memories from an empty shot glass 

{Bridge}

Are the answers in the ties that bind?

Others left boxes they will never claim. 

And that's part of the pain. 

Boxes of memories that were sewn

Are they all mine to own?

{Chorus}

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past? 

{Verse 3}

Found answers in a box marked lessons of old. 

A story I never told of a heart so cold.

Trying to unpack a lost journey.

Pieces come to mind from time to time.

Are  answers to the journey ones I'm meant to find... 

{Chorus\\\]

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past 

\\\[Outro\\\] 

I keep unpacking the past...

Can I find answers at last?

If I stop unpacking the past...

Will I find freedom at last?

The unpacking has been so slow...

Do i really need to know?

Maybe time to let it go.

Gonna let it go

Just let it go...

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Feedback "Unpacking the Padt

I want to share a deeply personal lyric I've been working on.  I've done some trimming and reworking.  It hits on emotional baggage, a journey of overthinking and learning to let go. Though a personal journey I am ready for straight up feedback. Ultimately, hoping to find a composer, musician or producer who connects with the lyrics and would like to collaborate in putting it to real music and bringing it to life.

Unpacking the Past 

{Verse 1}

Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've run

So much unpacking to be done.

Can't escape these boxes, carefully and carelessly packed. Many weathered and cracked.

Memories needed and needless all the same

Hidden under Labels, some worn with no name

 {Verse 2}

Boxes labeled regret are heavy, full of shame

Sifting through the wreckage, wondering who to blame. 

One of hope and fresh starts, now broken pieces and parts.  Pictures of a little girl

Blurry lessons learned too early.

Hazy memories from an empty shot glass 

{Bridge}

Are the answers in the ties that bind?

Others left boxes they will never claim. 

And that's part of the pain. 

Boxes of memories that were sewn

Are they all mine to own?

{Chorus}

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past? 

{Verse 3}

Found answers in a box marked lessons of old. 

A story I never told of a heart so cold.

Trying to unpack a lost journey.

Pieces come to mind from time to time.

Are  answers to the journey ones I'm meant to find... 

{Chorus}

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past 

{Outro}

I keep unpacking the past...

Can I find answers at last?

If I stop unpacking the past...

Will I find freedom at last?

The unpacking has been so slow...

Do i really need to know?

Maybe time to let it go.

Gonna let it go

Just let it go...

Lyrics copyrighted by the author

Feedback "Unpacking the

I want to share a deeply personal lyric I've been working on.  I've done some trimming and reworking.  It hits on emotional baggage, a journey of overthinking and learning to let go. Though a personal journey I am ready for straight up feedback. Ultimately, hoping to find a composer, musician or producer who connects with the lyrics and would like to collaborate in putting it to real music and bringing it to life.

Unpacking the Past 

{Verse 1}

Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've run

So much unpacking to be done.

Can't escape these boxes, carefully and carelessly packed. Many weathered and cracked.

Memories needed and needless all the same

Hidden under Labels, some worn with no name

 {Verse 2}

Boxes labeled regret are heavy, full of shame

Sifting through the wreckage, wondering who to blame. 

One of hope and fresh starts, now broken pieces and parts.  Pictures of a little girl

Blurry lessons learned too early.

Hazy memories from an empty shot glass 

{Bridge}

Are the answers in the ties that bind?

Others left boxes they will never claim. 

And that's part of the pain. 

Boxes of memories that were sewn

Are they all mine to own?

{Chorus}

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past? 

{Verse 3}

Found answers in a box marked lessons of old. 

A story I never told of a heart so cold.

Trying to unpack a lost journey.

Pieces come to mind from time to time.

Are  answers to the journey ones I'm meant to find... 

{Chorus}

I keep unpacking the past

Walking a road hell bound

Chasing answers that may never be found

Can I find freedom at last?

Or am I just unpacking the past 

\[Outro\] 

I keep unpacking the past...

Can I find answers at last?

If I stop unpacking the past...

Will I find freedom at last?

The unpacking has been so slow...

Do i really need to know?

Maybe time to let it go.

Gonna let it go

Just let it go...

Lyrics copyrighted by the author

Lyrics {Unpacking the Past} Country/Indie Ballad

I want to share a personal lyric I've been working on.  I've done some trimming and reworking.  It hits on emotional baggage, a journey of overthinking and learning to let go. I would love some feedback. Though a personal journey, I am ready for straight up feedback. Ultimately, hoping to find a composer, musician or producer who connects with the words and would like to collaborate in putting it to music.

Unpacking the Past 

[Verse 1] Everywhere I've gone ... run to... So much unpacking to do. Can't seem to escape these boxes, carefully and carelessly packed. Many weathered and cracked Memories needed and needless all the same, Hidden under Labels, some worn with no name, 

 Verse2] The boxes labeled regret are heavy, full of shame. Who to blame? Boxes of hope and fresh starts, Now broken pieces and parts.  Every box holds a picture of a little girl, Who learned some lessons far too early, many that are blurry. Don't ask how many are hazy and found looking back from the bottom of an empty shot glass 

[Chorus] I keep unpacking the past, Walking a road hell bound, Chasing answers that may never be found, Can I find freedom at last? Or am I just unpacking the past?

[Verse 3]  Found answers in a box marked lessons of old, realized that was a story I never told, the stories of a heart so cold. Trying to unpack a lost journey, bits and pieces come to mind from time to time, wondering if answers to the journey are ones I'm meant to find... 

Chorus] I keep unpacking the past, Walking a road hell bound, Chasing answers that may never be found, Can I find freedom at last? Or am I just unpacking the past 

[Bridge] Are the answers in the ties that bind? Finding answers is the aim.  Others have boxes here they will never claim, that's part of the pain.  Boxes of memories that were sewn... Are they all mine to own? 

[Outro] I keep unpacking the past... Can I find answers at last? If I stop unpacking the past... Will I find freedom at last?

The unpacking has been so slow... Do i really need to know? Maybe time to let it go. Just let it go...

Lyrics are copyrighted by the author.

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Title: \[Lyrics Looking for Composer/Musician\] Unpacking the Past (Indie-Folk / Acoustic Country)
Post Body:
Hi everyone,
I am a lyricist looking to collaborate with a musician, singer, or producer to help bring my words to life. This is the first song layout I have ever done!
I envision this as reflective piece—leaning heavily into a storytelling Indie-Folk or Acoustic Country vibe (similar to Zach Bryan, Brandi Carlile, or Jewel). The lyrics use the physical act of unpacking moving boxes as a metaphor for processing heavy emotional memories, childhood lessons, and regret.
If the message speaks to you and you want to try writing a melody, strumming some chords, or singing a demo, please reach out! Here is the layout:
Unpacking the Past
\[Verse 1\]
Everywhere I've gone to... run to...
So much unpacking to do
Can't seem to escape the boxes
That I have carefully and carelessly packed
Labels are worn on some, and the cobwebs of memories
Were packed essential and needless all the same.
\[Verse 2\]
The boxes labeled regret are heavy and full of shame.
So many boxes full of once held hope and fresh starts
Now full of broken pieces and parts
Every box seems to hold a picture of a little girl
Who learned some lessons far too early,
And many memories that are blurry. Don't ask how many memories are hazy and found looking back from the bottom of an empty shot glass
\[Chorus\]
I keep unpacking...
Looking for answers that cannot be found
A search for which I seem hell-bound
Wishing more boxes were labeled answers
I keep searching... looking deeper, the answers must be there
Are the answers buried in the unpacking?
\[Verse 3\]
I've found some answers that were in a box marked lessons of old
Never realized that was a story I had never told
That they were the stories of a heart so cold
Trying to unpack a lost journey, bits and pieces come to mind from time to time
Always wondering if the answers to the journey
Are ones I'm meant to find...
\[Chorus\]
I keep unpacking...
Looking for answers that cannot be found
A search for which I seem hell-bound
Wishing more boxes were labeled answers
I keep searching... looking deeper, the answers must be there
Are the answers buried in the unpacking?
\[Bridge\]
Places and reasons unknown, a lost season
Are the answers in the ties that bind?
Some boxes are full of pain, finding answers is the aim
Seems others have boxes here they will never claim
The boxes of memories that were sewn...
Are they all mine to own?
\[Outro\]
I keep unpacking the past...
Can I find answers at last?
Unpacking the past...
I keep unpacking. I'm hell-bound
Lyrics are copyrighted by the author.