I can't let go and I can't break free,
But I'm afraid of letting you get the best of me.

Where to go now that I have no guide,
I keep going back to where I could confide.

I look back to you even though you're not there,
So I quickly look away from the empty chair.

It's like I am chained and you left with the key,
But I can't let these chains become one with me.

I need to move on, though I don't know how,
But one day I will so the journey begins now.