what's the point

far from those who know my name, it all starts to feel the same, holding on too tight, knuckles turning white, i find it hard to trust at all, to lose control, but i'm closing my eyes and i'm letting go, it's too late to turn and run, repeat what i've done, what if i, put my life in to your hands?, what if i, put my life in your hands?, and i want the best, and i'm thinking something else to give, i want it all, but i'm thinking something else you can give, you owe it to yourself, to let go, you owe it to yourself, to let go, we both know, that something's there, i've watched you back, and you felt my stare, but you never turned around, and your voice cut throught the sound, struggling to find the air, to fill your lungs, you say you're alright, but your head is hung, i can see you come undone, cause you know what you've become, what if i, put my life in to your hands?, what if i, put my life in your hands?, and i want the best, and i'm thinking something else to give, i want it all, but i'm thinking something else you can give, you owe it to yourself, to let go, you owe it to yourself, to let go