XLIII

I’ve been trying to see the best, but it’s pushing spring and I don’t feel any weight off my chest. And I, i’ve been trying to sleep this off frustrated with this game, cause the days always change. But the patterns, they stay the same. In my small town, on my back porch, i’ve been thinking about those days I acted like myself. But those days aren’t gone, that’s why I sing this song. I’ll find myself and i’ll remain headstrong. 

I won’t let this go. I won’t let this go.