'Happiness feels a lot like sorrow;
Let it be, you can't make it come or go.'

She can't believe she's angry,
She can't quite understand,
How all her muffled beauty,
Lay stagnant in his hand.
She knows she doesn't hate him,
And surely never will,
So ceaselessly she'll dance on,
In this blessing of free will.
You do not earn your freedom,
It always has been there,
But the day you do discover,
Please run without a care.

'Let it go, live your life and leave it,
Then one day you'll wake up and she'll be home'