How are you supposed to know it’s the right choice?
How are you supposed to be sure it’s time to walk away?
were all the years wrong? all the memories a lie?
I wish I knew the answers.
I wish I knew what was the right thing to do,
but I’m lost in the uncertainty,
and my heart is too tired,
and all I want is to be happy.
Isn’t that all anybody wants?
but happiness is becoming harder and harder to find.