Is it Love or is it Lust when I give you my trust,
I tell you things that may scare you, but you always stay.
Is It Lust or is it Love when my emotions are unheard of,
I try to hide my pain from every person I see, but you saw the real me.
Is it Pain or is it Gain when you see my scars and I’m the one to blame,
I feel alone in my family tree, but you let me branch out and be free.
Is it Gain or is it Pain when you ask me to share my feelings with you,
There is always pain running through my veins, but you are what I’ve gained.
Is it Right or Is it Wrong when I tell you how I feel and the pain becomes real.
You don’t know how to feel or what to do, but you still say “I will always help you?”
Is it Wrong or is it Right when I put up a fight because I don’t want you to go,
I tell you the pain that’s unspoken and I’ve given you my trust token.
Is it meant, truly meant to be, you and I?
Are we truly meant to fly?