I still taste your lips
I still smell your hair
I still waste my hits
On memories unfair
I hate that I believed
I hate that I still grieve
I hate you couldn't see
What you meant to me

Heart shattered, body battered
Wrists spattered, doesn't matter

I try so hard to let you go
But I still just wanna hold you close
If I sit and lie and hit new lows
Will they finally get it's not a joke?
I give my best, dress to impress
But I still feel I am less and less
I wanna let go and get some rest
Will I ever get away from my own head

I still feel your touch
I still hear your voice
I still think too much
I wish I had a choice
I hate everything
You had said to me
The wounds still tend to bleed
I wish you could've seen

Heart shattered, body battered
Wrists spattered, doesn't matter

I try so hard to let you go
But I still just wanna hold you close
If I sit and lie and hit new lows
Will they finally get it's not a joke?
I give my best, dress to impress
But I still feel I am less and less
I wanna let go and get some rest
Will I ever get away from my own head

Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah, nah-nah, nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah, nah, nah

I try so hard to let you go
But I still just wanna hold you close
If I sit and lie and hit new lows
Will they finally get it's not a joke?
I give my best, dress to impress
But I still feel I am less and less
I wanna let go and get some rest
Will I ever get away from my own head

Letting Go (Prod. BADBRAIN)

Reveilution is just me, Jay — a 20-year-old figuring life out through music.
I pull from rock, indie, emo, pop, and whatever else feels right, and I try to keep things as honest as possible. My songs are basically snapshots of the good, the bad, and everything in between — sometimes messy, sometimes melodic, but always real. If you connect with it, that means the world.