Let Go

Is it really now?
Am I too late or too soon?
Because sitting here
Makes me feel strong
(Is this wrong?)
But a part of me is dying
And I am lying
To myself

Like a black hole in the sun
A part gets murdered
For a moment of laugh and fun
Inside myself I turn to run

And when I let it go
What will I do?
Will I ever get it back?
Or will I stand
And stare
Into the new void