I was the type of person,
Who held onto things too tight,
Unable to release my grip,
When it no longer felt right .
And although it gave me blisters,
And my fingers would all ache,
I always thought that holding on,
Was worth the pain it takes .
I used to think in losing things,
I'd lose part of me too,
That slowly I'd become someone,
My heart no longer knew .

Then one day something happened,
I dropped what I had once...