some things I’m afraid to let go of
some things I’m afraid to hold on
some things make sense in the moment
some only make sense when you’re gone
some days I wish it was easier
some days I wish I could stop
some days I wish it was over
most days I’m glad that it’s not
sometimes I have all the answers
sometimes I have none
sometimes you know at the start
sometimes you only know when it’s done
I’ll always keep on fighting
because we know, it’s now or not
we know that I’ll keep going
the truth is.
I’ll never stop.
