You will always be the one that got away
You're flying high without me
Since we went our separate ways

And here I stay
with my wings clipped
trying to get a grip on my life
so I can get you off my mind.

Did I give up to soon? Or did I make the right decision? It was killing me to wait, but now i fear there's something missing.

I'm happy with my life. But its not how I envisioned. Now I'm someone's wife and it kind of feels like prison.

How did I get here? When did I get in this position? I guess I need to learn to let go and just continue living.