Atlas Losing Grip Unrest
In every corner I see you.
Who ever said it would be easy?
I carry a picture in my pocket.
Wherever I go I have you with me.
I have to let go, guess anyone can see...
That it's breaking me
to carry this weight in my chest.
I'm kept in a state of unrest.
Ridden with guilt, if I throw this away
will the memories fade?
No one ever said it would be easy
and there is never a right time.
Always something we wish we'd said,
but somehow it's always too late.
No doubt, we thought it could wait
just a little longer, just until tomorrow.
If I let go now
will I remember how it felt
to always have you with me.
Even I'm beginning to see...
Don't mean to let you down
but I have to let go now.
Won't let the memories fade away.
