how does it feel knowing that

i'm everything you need;

time is rolling faster and these

feelings won't recede and I am

young. and i think this dedication

calls for liberation for the young

and the free at heart, and the saying

comes alive that when you love something:

let it go.

let it go.

it's hard to fathom but even harder

to know when it's time to leave, it's

just time to go.

it's just. that.

easy.

oh-- and that reminds me:

easy was what you thought i was

being the bastard that i knew

you were an-and sure: i admit

to my mistakes but the gossip.

that's not something i appricate.

so let it go,

you still act into it

with your obbsession

and i've let go of you.

so you can do your thing.

and i can do my own.

if you'll let me that'd be nice.

i think that we've had enough trials

to suffice the quota that we're dead

and gone and nothing should've been there

in the first place.

between us, at least.

'she was just a little slut,'

i hear it in the hallways and i think

of all the times we've had and how you

pushed and how i fought, wet and undesirable,

you're the only one with the control and

i found out that isn't right-

i guess.

so let it go, my friend,

i mean--

my...

so let it go.

just like how i have.

i never even think about you, just to

let you know i don't even care who you see

or where you go, you can go get drunk and i

won't care you can take any challenge you

can do any dare and i won't mind.

too much.

so let it go,

just like how i guess

i haven't

yet.