I know I should let go,
so why am I holding on for dear life?

To let go would mean happiness,
does this mean I'm choosing strife.

To let go would me freedom,
troubles far way.

Still each night I wonder,
how to greet each coming day.

Should I greet it with teardrops,
a smile and a wave?

Should I greet it as above it?
or greet it as it's slave?

Still now I wonder,
how much longer to hold on.

Cause I feel my grip loosening,
with each and every dawn.