There are always two stories
You know
Two sides that make sense
One to you
And one to me
Must say I have always been sure
I am right
Or would I just rather be not be wrong
Than admit you could be right
Or are we just too bent on holding on
To our own argument
That runs around in our head
With no adult supervision
Should we give up
Or keep trying to make this work
We are so different now, you know
When we began we were young
We were full of blissful ignorance
Unable to understand the strength
Some days it would take to hold on to each other
I just don’t know which it is
Strength or weakness
To hold on
Or to let go
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