life s all about choices

life’s all about choices – i hate that part
should i listen to my crazy mind or foolish heart
perhaps i should listen to you
but years going by, the nights getting colder
you put the weight of the world on my shoulder
should i feel the age of it too

inside i’m still that little girl that’s scared of loosing
your love, your trust, my heart is bruising
but there’s far more bitterness in us than sweetness
i’m breaking down, i’m growing up, i’m growing out
of you, but i get stuck between ‘with’ and ‘without’
yet freedom is healthier than our incompleteness

these days in every crowd i feel alone
sick and tired of feeling your pain – i got my own
and for christ’s sake it hurts enough
and yes, sometimes i feel like screaming
it’s never real unless i’m dreaming
of taking one last step out of this love

there you go telling me everything is alright
i don’t think so as i cry my eyes out every night
i no longer intend to let you blur my vision
i can hear them in my head – those voices
they tell me that life’s all about choices
this far mine’s been about wrong decisions