A part of me wants to let go and move on,
A part of me cries to keep clinging on.
Thousands memories and endless flashbacks,
A thousand tunes that chain my lifting soul and hold me back.
That which was once bright,
Is now but a fading smile.
A thousand roads to wander and heal,
Yet, none now pumps in that zeal.
Curling into this opaque shell with each passing hour,
That little voice in the subconscious now falls deaf to the ears.
Surrounded yet desolate,
I am all but dissociated.
A glass of whiskey and brooding on endless moments,
A part of me still cries to cling on,
A part of me still longs to cling on.