I turn my back on the things I used to crave,
And leave my oldest wishes in the grave.
My hands are empty, reaching for the air,
Releasing every dream I used to care.
My life has been an act of letting go,
A quiet, steady, devastating flow.
The heaviest step is learning to survive,
When letting go is how you stay alive
And leave my oldest wishes in the grave.
My hands are empty, reaching for the air,
Releasing every dream I used to care.
My life has been an act of letting go,
A quiet, steady, devastating flow.
The heaviest step is learning to survive,
When letting go is how you stay alive