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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2145574
That hard lesson taught to us, yet that we didn't ask to learn
And you know, kiddo,
The lesson is hard to learn, we know.
But the whole town knows your story,
As you've told it countless times already.
You found a house of memory on sale and it looked lovely.
So you choose, spent your quality time on it and bought it impulsively.
Unaware of why the place holds things that didn't last.
You moved out of the world map, to that overrated past.
The shower here couldn't run on holy water for your sins.
Yet you were still paying such expensive price to get clean.
A mind wrapped in a blanket of guilt cannot rest.
Where’s that time where you gave yourself the best?
Never losing grip on something that's already lost.
Always paying the price, but at what cost?
Because today can turn at any time into 20 years ago,
You've got to let it go

And you know, kiddo,
It's always the same song that plays and echoes.
There's always the same addicting ache to feel.
An Idiotic in love or a psychotic with nerves of steel.
Many strangers have their own theory regarding you,
Defining yourself by those who don’t see your value.
Let yourself be understood by a music so deafening,
That your loved ones have their patience running thin.
The volume increases when they tell you to move on,
They’ll say that life won't wait for you and will go on.
Don't let your only company be that loud radio.
Please kiddo, let it go.

And you know, kiddo,
The wrinkles on my face will eventually show.
And I don't want to be stuck in that painful time,
Where I was more hers than she was ever mine.
I don't want to end up hating on all these clocks for ticking,
As all along they’ve alarmed me of the time I was wasting.
I don't want to ruin the goodness in my soul with bitterness,
Realise that the anger finally justifies my loneliness.
I don't want to punish myself and forbid myself to get better.
Don't want to believe I can't have a happy life without her.
I simply don't want to grow old,
And see that I've put my life on hold.

We all have to let it go.

Let it go.
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