There are so many things keeping me here, where I’m standing. How am I expected to walk when the load is so heavy?
I want to let go
There are constants in my life which I wish would stay, and even prosper alongside me
But there are things I wish would go away
Remember that charmed episode, where Phoebe’s blonde hair came back, and all those pens! I don’t want a lost and found spell; I need that which is gone to stay gone.
And allow that weight to fall so that I may walk.