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getting too heavy

Im kind of getting ready
For letting it all go
I know it already
That it cant last too long
I thought it was steady
But i was so wrong
I think it's too heavy
For my fragile soul

But for now im still to weak to resist
I'm getting sick of pretending
Is this really worth the risk?
I'm honestly not sure what it is
Would you try to stop me
Or just forgot I exist?

It's getting too harmful
And you feel remorse
You say you are grateful
I can't say if it's false
It makes you sorrowful
But you don't change your course
You never get thoughtful
Despite that you know

That for now im still to weak to resist
I'm getting sick of pretending
That it is worth the risk
Youre honestly not sure what it is
Would you try to stop me
Or just forgot I exist?

And I never say that it is love
Because it's too serious
And youre not enugh strong
I'd really want to use this word
Maybe it would make you
Realise that it's wrong

But for now i'll just keep holding on
To those understatements
Because im scared to let go
But if you will not fix what is wrong
One day you might wake up and realise im gone