Why do you hold on to me?
Clinging to my arm, not letting go.
You don't need me that much,
That I really know.
You just need me when you're in isolation,
I'm sick of being treated differently when you're out of desolation.
I can't deal with the swift changing of your mood,
I can't keep up and you make me feel confused.
Let go of me, let me be the past, let me be the distant memory that will not last.
