Been holding on for too long.
Maybe it's time I let go.
The wheels are in motion,
And I choose to run slow.
I'm on the brink of quitting.
I gasp for air to survive.
No one can can change this feeling.
Like I'm no longer alive.
Goodbye smiles around the corner.
I seldom wave and say 'Hi!'.
Everyday it teases me,
Giving me reasons to go away.
