I blame it on my entrance.
It may have seemed too much, like confidence.
Let me start it over.
Help me get to what I can from when I did.
All That I know is,
How I can hold on,
All that you see is,
How I let go, let go.
Had to leave my reasons.
It may have seemed too much, the consequence.
And in your busy, dizzy life you will become everything you said you would.
All that I know is how I can hold on but all that you see is how I let you go.
How about once around?