I must learn the art
To sever the thoughts of what could be
Take a moment and think about how I feel
The endless state of grief where time stands still
Is this resilience or stupidity
I must learn the art
To sever the thoughts of what could be
I know what's got to be done
But I don't have the strength
The will inside to just walk away
But letting go is not the end
Letting go is not the end
It's when it begins
Another tale of my heart is slowly put to rest
