I realized he's a part of me more than I ever told you
When he died, I cried more than I ever thought I would
I still do now
Do I let you go or do I hold tighter?
I don't know; it's the same dilemma
You're combusting right in front of me
Can I stop it from happening?
If he is a part of me, what does that say about me?
I tried not to let him in, but now he's all I see
Thought I was stronger all this time
But I'd just make the same mistake twice
If I tried to shut you out