LOST

I think we took the wrong direction,
or maybe a wrong turning,
cos when I hear your voice or see your face,
My heart's no longer yearning.

Maybe we took it way to fast,
And this is where the journey ends,
Maybe we need to back track our way,
Or simply finish as friends.

You have the say in the drivers seat,
and I seem to have no control,
What you say goes, I have no choice,
And it's beginning to take its toll.

I'm getting tired, can we pull over?
Or maybe take a break?
Wrong directions, I'm "always wrong"
I dont know how much more I can take.

So i get out and close the door,
And begin to walk on my own,
and I finally take the right directions,
since it's just me, I'm all alone.