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I need to let go,

But I can't quite give up,

When the past is still holding my hand.

All I've got left are memories,

and all of the sweet has turned bitter.

I just can't say goodbye.



All it would take is one simple word; goodbye,

to save my self from actions that are bitter.

Yet jealously is a fault that I can't let go of.

It gives me a tainted bond that I won't give up,

but I don't want these days as memories,

Don't want to remember the slap of my own hand.



I need some help; and here you are to lead me by the hand.

You never listened, never settled for goodbye,

You were always golden and despite the pain, never bitter.

You never let me go.

I can't understand why you didn't give up.

We're not just leftover memories.



I want to go back to the place of my memories,

Where nothing mattered but the will of fate's hand,

Before we said goodbye.

I didn't mean it, never did, I don't want to let you go.

I guess I was angry and bitter,

Stubborn enough to give up.



Is that what your asking now; for me to give up?

With a casual wave and goodbye,

That isn't fair after all of the memories,

Don't roll your eyes and toss your hand.

It mattered too much; I've a right to be bitter,

Is it obsession if I won't let go?



Ask me something less, I can't let go,

Won't let you fade to nothing but memories,

You can yell and scream, raise your hand,

I don't and won't give up,

I won't let this be goodbye,

Don't want to leave it as bitter.



Let go has come to mean giving up,

But I'm too bitter for goodbye,

I'm too fond of memories made by hand.