CONFUSED

CONFUSED

 

You miss me, but you don’t have to
Can’t be that confused if you still have feelings
Your own personal masochist
You’re the cause of your pain

Would love to know why you feel like you don’t deserve happiness
Maybe you just don’t want it with me
Maybe you just don’t want it at all
Either way, make up your mind

I miss you, but it doesn’t matter
Can’t be living this hell when you don’t care
My own personal Holloway
I’m the black sheep of the world

Dying to know what’s so confusing
Maybe I can help you find clarity
Maybe you are just too stubborn
Either way, make it clear to me

Missing each other, but what’s the use?
Can’t be playing games with me anymore
You’re not sure of the utopia we built
I’m not sure you’ll ever make up your mind

You must ask yourself "What kind of life do I truly want?"