Am I holding on to hopelessness?
Making you out to be something that even you can’t see?
It’s not you…it’s me
Trying to make you into what I want you to be
When all that you can be is you
And until you are ready, there’s really nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
The tighter I hold on, the more you pull away
The only way to have you, may be to let you go
So we can have the space and time that we both need to grow
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