Letting Go.
I’d say it’s about time, don’t you?
I guess understanding the reasons why won’t do me any good.
Watching waves shift into nothing
Winter’s kiss sold to summer’s crying
I still can’t tell who’s a fake and who’s a fraud
I think we’re all just fucking lost.
But that’s besides the point I’m making
Never walk right next to silence
If your pride can take the beating.
