The more I hold on tight,
I remember all those fights,
I had to fight for keeping you by my side.
The more I want to let it go,
I remember all the moments of disdain,
And you thought
Only you were the one in pain.
The more I want you to stay,
I remember all the nights,
I had to stay awake and wait
And you would never notice
And act as it is supposed to be my mandatory trait.
The more I want to talk,
I remember that night’s walk,
When you pushed me in front of a car and left to die.
I suppose it’s time
That I set myself free,
From all the unnecessary responsibilities
I have been carrying on my back.
They were never meant to be mine alone
And it’s time I cut myself some slack.