Letting Go

Letting go is probably the hardest thing we'll ever do. 

Cause we are the hopelessly hopeful, 

never knowing when to let go, 

continuing to grasp at straws, at thin air, 

believing that there's something. 

Refusing to accept things 

are long since gone. 

We continue to hold on tight 

to the point that it's not right.

Refusing to accept 

that things no longer exist. 

What was once alive and kicking 

is now dead and gone. 

Now it's time we bury it and move on. 

We continue to live in 

the glory and tragedies of the past, 

refusing to acknowledge the present. 

We wail and cry of past pains

never truly trying to heal in the present.

We love the sweet pain of sorrow. 

Cause we like a little self-pity, 

a little sympathy, 

to stroke our egotistical heart. 

We continue to hold on, 

like that stubborn tyre 

that refuses to disappear, 

no matter what we try to do. 

We may sing let it go, let it go, 

and quote the benefits of doing so. 

But when it comes to life, 

we can never let go.