You walk in the dark, I can’t find my way to you.
You’re treading the water, and I cant seem to get to you.
Just know I’d go under if it meant you would make it.
Just know I’d get lost just to see you escape it.
But in the end that’s something that you can’t promise.
It’s my fault for holding on despite knowing better.
And also my fault to let go when you had hoped.
What good is my hand if I too get lost in the darkness?
What good are my lungs if they won’t keep you from drowning?
If I keep holding on, I would die right beside you.
You’d never ask me to do that, but know by my will, that I’d have to.
I know the escape routes, but I’m not here to rescue.
I’m saying you need out, but that’s something only you do.
Can’t lay myself down, if “out” is somewhere you’ll never reach toward.
In the dark I call your name, but you continue to wander.
In the water I’ll lend you an arm, but you’ll pull away harder.
How can I fight for someone, if we don’t fight together,
when I won’t risk hurting someone that I care for either?
When we choose to resist each other, we just tire out faster.
I fight the darkness and the current to save myself too.
I’ve been here before, trouble doesn’t come for just you.
Our burdens are enough for each of us to bear alone.
I won’t be another cause for you to sink like a stone.
I won’t watch you die, that much I know.
So to preserve both our lives, I have to let go.