I don't know anymore
if I'll ever be okay
with the choices I made
and the you that I missed.

I don't know anymore
if I'm glad I know you
or wish I never did
and I can't decide which is worse.

I don't know anymore
where the pain starts
and where it stops
it might not even have an end.

I don't know anymore
whether keeping you in my life
is making my pain worse
or the only thing keeping me sane.

I don't know anymore
if I should keep my mouth shut
and not tell you what plagues me everyday
or let you know and watch you walk away.

I don't know anymore
because I love you.
But I can't love you.
Because you're not mine,
not anymore.
You're her's.

And I'm left,
loving you,
to no end,
now knowing,
that it doesn't matter how you fall,
what you fall on,
or why you fall.
It's called falling for a reason,
and you will end up broke.

And I don't know anymore,
if I'll be able to pick up the pieces.