Do i have to cry,
To make you know that i have tried?
Or do i have to lie,
To make you see that i have done right?

If i go away,
Would you miss me like i did?
If i choose to stay,
Would you be humble and yield?

I saw this once before,
Never thought i'd see it again.
What is behind this door?
Will it be the same old pain?

But we will never know,
If we do not try.
And we will never grow,
If we sit back and cry.

Do you recall that i said-
"Things might end up the same way",
And although i prayed,
Yet see where we are today.