The More by Mikeschair
I try to control my destiny
I wanna believe I know what I need
But I keep coming up empty
And now I see, I see the way it works
I hold on tight and then it burns
So I give it all to You, to You
The more I hold on the more it all comes undone
The more I let go, I'm caught beneath Your overflow
And there's more of You, more of You, more of You
I'm not the fool I was before
I'm done with pushing down the doors
'Cause I keep coming up empty
And now I see, I see the way it works
I'm letting go until it hurts
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