Confusion dances behind those hazel eyes
Questions without answers and so many truths that could be lies

Like feeling in a mood you need to change the song
She's scared to pick one because she doesn't want to get it wrong.

So many things running like wild horses
Impossible for her to put pen on paper there's too many choices.

The feeling of familiarity in the disarray
Things have seem to go so astray

She's damned if she did and she's damned if she don't.

She knows if she says she misses him she knows that he won't.

Most days she feels like she's just fucking it all up
She doesn't know if what she's doing isn't enough or if she's doing too much.