Staring at the ceiling, trying to fight the feeling. Deep inside your heart you know it isn't what it was. Anxiety is growing like fog over the ocean. Hoping, wishing, praying that it's gone when you get up. You could try to wrestle with the mirror, but the truth it can't be any clearer than that. You've been fighting it off just like a fever, but there's no use holding it back. Sometimes you need the rain to know you miss the sun. Sometimes you need the pain to know it isn't love. Sometimes the one you hold, you got to let him go. You got to let him go. You got to let him go. Go. This isn't what you wanted, knots inside your stomach. Do you have to hurt him so you don't hurt anymore? You could try to wrestle with the mirror, but the truth it can't be any clearer than that. You've been fighting it off just like a fever, but there's no use holding it back. Sometimes you need the rain to know you miss the sun. Sometimes you need the pain to know it isn't love. Sometimes the one you hold, you got to let him go. You got to let him go. You got to let him go. You got to let him go. You got to let him go. You got to let him go. You got to let him go. When one hurts and we try not to say, when it kills you to leave or to stay, when there's nothing to fix and nothing left to save. You got to let him go.