Letting Go

There's a lottery Playing inside of me I haven't won it yet In fact I've never bet Cause I'm a chicken shit When it comes to blood and spit I don't think of my health When I think of myself I'm not much for letting go I'm not much for growing older Or living in the snow I'm not much for making it easy on myself In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left If you see some trepidation When you look into my eye Rest assured it's self preservation More than it is pride Cause you see, men of my stature Are never supposed to cry That's why we're all going blind From the torrents behind our eyes I'm not much for letting go I'm not much for growing older Or living in the snow I'm not much for making it easy on myself In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left I'm not much for letting go I'm not much for growing older Or living in the snow I'm not much for making it easy on myself In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left I'm not much for letting go I'm not much for growing older Or living in the snow I'm not much for making it easy on myself In a life of second chances I hope I've got a few left