I was hoping and moping all these years feeling something I wasn't ready for, torn to pieces of evidence don't think I wasn't relevant to the case, you keep chasing your mistakes, how long does take to make up an answer
I see that youve changed over the years
I have to admit I did too
But you still have to choose
I don't care how it ends up being like
Because I will never truly be happy
I can act very well, but you can see through that