How Do I Know (Pring 5)

Letting go of nothing is the hardest thing to do

How do I know when I’ve

Stopped if there was

Nothing to grasp onto ?

Letting go of nothing is the hardest thing to do

How do I know when I’ve

Stopped if there was

Nothing to grasp onto ?

And am I running away if I refuse

To fit into whatever’s left to make due?

It’s my curse, my best trait

That I can’t seem to give it up, retreat

And I’m terrified sometimes of just being alive

Never knowing what’s going to happen with somebody you never meant to leave your heart with

But

I am doing my best for you