Necropolis

Setting Free

I am setting you free

From the hope I held on to like a lifebuoy 

I am setting myself free

From my desperate desire

It is a toiling tribulation, torture, even

I will need succor to succeed

But I have to try

I have to let the wind blow by

And let it take us wherever we're supposed to go, God only knows

Without digging my heels in, dragging you down

My dear, I fear I just wasn't meant to have you