what i am.
take me for what i am;
who I was meant to be
and, if you give a damn,
take me, baby.
or leave me.
Well, you’re the closest thing I have
To bring up in a conversation
About a love that didn’t last
But I could never call you mine
‘Cause I could never call myself yours
And if we were really meant to be
Well then, we just defied destiny
It’s not that our love died
It just never really bloomed
Well I can’t let go
No, I can’t let go of you
You’re holding me back without even trying to.
I can’t let go
I can’t move on from the past
Without lifting a finger, you’re holding me back.