Let it go, you say? I don't know how. I don't know how to break that bough. To break that bough, or keep it straight, these things make me never wait.
Let it go, you say? But that's not true. That's just not true to be able to do. To release the shame, the guilt, the fears, it can't be done, I've tried for years.
Let it go, you say? It's just too late. It's far too late to close that gate. To close it shut and keep it out, its far too late to scream and shout.
Let it go, you say? I guess I'll try. I guess one last chance won't make me cry. To push and shove and finally break free, well that would mean the world to me.
Let it go, you say? I finally did. I finally managed to close that lid. I'll burn the box and shut it tight, and finally bask in the light.