If I have to pick between you and God them I'm really sorry; I guess we'll never get our fairytale story.
I can't ask you to wait for me, just follow your symphony. Even though we depart, you'll always be right here, next to my heart.
The truth is, I'm not ready to do it and I think you aren't either. I apparently have separation anxiety disorder because the thought of us separating makes me anxious and brings so much disorder in my life.
I know we've had this conversation a million times but I just can't restrain, cause I've got so many questions that I can no longer detain and I need answers now cause I feel like its killing me.