I do
But everything says"let go"
The winds whisper it
The sun burns it
Even lips mutter it
And for everytime i hear it
My heart disintegrates a little more
Every piece forming a miserable collage
Of sadness and despair
Maybe when the piece of art is done
I'll let you have it
Hopefully you help me turn it
Into a living beating heart again
When you say "don't let go"
