Sometimes it's hard to hold on. Sometimes it's hard to be strong.
Sometimes I fall on my knees, beggin', "Help me, please."
Sometimes I think I just can't take it no more;
Pack my bags and I'll head out the door.
It's just as hard to be gone, as it is to hold on.
But if I try to let go, I'm so afraid I just might fall on the floor.
So I hold on tight, till my knuckles turn white.
Though I think it might be best for me,
To be done with this controversy,
It's just as hard to be gone, as it is to hold on.
Just when I think I will go, you do something just to let me know,
That perhaps I should stay, for at least one more day.
This indecision drives me out of my mind:
Should I stay, or should I leave you behind.
It's just as hard to be gone, as it is to hold on.
©2013 Robert C Fullerton