Sometimes a good thing has to be let go,
I'm afraid if I do, I'll fall below
It's hard to believe better things are gonna show
After living through hell & way down low

Heavy eyes, white knuckles
Passing scents, leaving behind vanilla and honey suckle
I'm not where I'm supposed to end up
So if I fall while I'll climbing, maybe it's all in good luck

Better things to come, better me
Now I have to try to leave.