Its taking a while
i dont understand
i cant get over it
its not what i planned
its still hard for me
i want to get out of this place
i thought i was better
but i kept looking for your face
every night in my dreams
i meet you, i dont try
but after those great thoughts
i wake up and cry
and then i cry some more
i cry myself to sleep
one year later,
im depressed so deep
and i begin to wonder
is it too late?
to pick up where we left
i cry again, i start to choose my fate
