LET IT BE By: Cameron Hathcock 　　What’s left of me is little I don’t have much left to fight I struggle to get any sleep I sit and watch the light Raise up in my bedroom Another day that will pass Conflict all around me Concluding from a mass Of everything that’s happened No one knows where it started But weakness can surround you When people all are broken hearted It’s a game I shouldn’t have entered Now forced to stay inside Its nothing that I’m proud of Caused by little white lies.