Not ready to let go. Cause then I'd never know. That I could be missing. I'm missing way too much. So when do I give up what I've been wishing for I shot for the sky. I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try, I know I'm going to fall down. I thought I could fly, so why did I drown ? Can't find another way around. And I don't want to hear the sound, of losing of what I never found.