And whatever they say, your soul's unbreakable...
I can't seem to reconcile all of the differences and miscalculations in my head. I can't assess the situations and make informed decisions. I simply stare at the numbers and wait for them to change. Why is this?
The one decision I'd like to make seems impossible. It's as though I've just stubbornly made it anyway and am waiting for the answer to appear to make it happen. And maybe it has. But what about this seemingly endless time in the interim? Just take me away. It's funny the things you'll let go of in favor of the things you need to survive.
And maybe the conversation does flow so freely and I am merely accustomed to a defensive suit of armour. If the lady in that small room of uncertainty was right, then you're the one I ought to never let go of.
Maybe together, we really are invincible. But, what does that make me?
The one decision I'd like to make seems impossible. It's as though I've just stubbornly made it anyway and am waiting for the answer to appear to make it happen. And maybe it has. But what about this seemingly endless time in the interim? Just take me away. It's funny the things you'll let go of in favor of the things you need to survive.
And maybe the conversation does flow so freely and I am merely accustomed to a defensive suit of armour. If the lady in that small room of uncertainty was right, then you're the one I ought to never let go of.
Maybe together, we really are invincible. But, what does that make me?