The Angel Within (COMPLETED)

let it go

Hideaway, tell me is it true,
Why are we pretending?
By the way, tell me is it you,
Why are you still standing?
Hide the pain,
Why doesn't it go away?
Put your hand on my chest and Feel this beat,
its the best of my heart that I give,
Can give to you.
Hold on to  my hands,
Please don't let go,
am begging you to,
Because am tired,
baby am tired.
Why do we fight,
Why do we love,
Am in a daze when I know it's you,
Why do you fall,
Why do I run,
When they stood tall, cursing us all
baby am tired
Let it go,
Let it go,
Let it go,
Don't look back,
if you love me,
Just let go and hold me right.
Did you know the stories are real,
The gift that keeps on giving.
Well, today did you hear the news,
This feels like a dream.
Lay your head next to mine,
or lay your head on my pillow,
while I envision our future.
This feels like am home.
When I open my eyes,
am not alone And I know that you're near.
When I know that am strong,
that I matter to you but I fear that being wrong.
I get weak to my knees,
I crumble and I fall,
Make a fool of myself
Listen baby am tired,
Am Tired
Let it go,
Let it go,
Let it go,
I won't be coming back.
Wish I could but I warned you,
I have some issues, am not perfect.
We both knew that and I tried my best to be faithful,
but am not looking back.
Honesty got the best of us and
Honestly, you got the best of me.
I don't think I could of hiding it,
Anyways,
Any other ways,
I wanted it this way.
Randomly I wanted you,
But I guess we weren't meant to be.
Did you believe me,
When I needed you there but you weren't anywhere to be found.
Baby, I got issues,
Am not making excuses.
I needed a father figure and a mother too, but all I got was a paper and a signed proof of a course on devotions.
Nowhere to hide,
Nowhere to run,
I guess we are done because
baby am tired,
Am through,
Let it go,
Let it go,
Let it go,
This is proof that we won't look back,
The demons insides, they hunt me.
If you're me,
you can feel it too,
Tight in the strings of faith.
We're dreamers,
believers,
but they call us crazy and the fire in our heart burns brighter.
So we fight because we're a mess,
beautiful,
yet toxic and I know that,
but I wish someone listened.
Am a mess because am tired too and
I stare at my walls most nights,
hoping to close my eyes.
But when I find myself in deep slumber,
am hoping that you can hear me too,
Saying don't let go.
Let it go,
Let it go,
Let it go.
And I'm letting it go.