I'm really letting it go.
I've always held onto this feeling, that I thought would land me.
A lasting relationship..
But all these time, I've been holding onto a handful of sand.
Standing in the middle of a typhoon.
I could never hold onto you any longer.
It's only a matter of time before the last grain of sand falls out of my grasp.
Onto the sahara desert, it will fall.
Rightfully where it belong, away from me..
I'm really hurt inside, not letting it show.
For I give people this impression, that I will never break apart.
Moving on, I shall.
Hoping for the best.
For you and for me, we'll find our destiny.