The door just slammed behind him
You're going down for another cry
This time it really feels like
But it might be a beginning
Now it seems like it's the end…
Been demanding that he give you
What you've already have got
Get to the root of what's uncomfortable
And making your life a living hell
So he's holding up a mirror
You're withholding, on the shelf
To tend to your own garden
And he'll stand by while you blossom
And you'll warm him with your glow
And you'll have a new together
All it takes is letting go