What I desire, it sticks to me like glue, or is it me who hangs on to it like I have everything to lose. I close my eyes, hoping I wake at ok, but i've found ok is neither a destination or a place.
Back at my wits end, once again. Retrace my steps, find my breath, It's time to give up this fight, put one foot in front the other. Find my breath.
Gratification, I flock to it like it's my salvation, only to find it becomes my obsession. An endless search "for something forever gone but something I will always want", it won't fill me up? More is never enough.
Back at my wits end, once again. Retrace my steps, find my breath, It's time to give up this fight, put one foot in front the other. Find my breath.
I am afraid, I must keep control, I'm hanging on, I'm hanging on, fill me up, make me whole. I'm afraid, i can't loose control, I'm hanging on, I'm hanging on...... LET GO