so tell me, are you happy?
with a boy on each arm and six new numbers.
and numbers, are you with me?
you look twenty-three but you're four to me.
and to me, you're foreign.
fake a laugh, don't look back and let your heart attack,
at the drop of my heart.
and tell me, am i happy
with the choices you've made that got you this far?
and so far, you're nowhere.
fully aware you're going back there.
you said if we run away, we could come back different someday.
the choices you make are what make you.
so fake like you're close to twenty-two.
and tell me, am i happy
sitting alone with my decisions?
deciding not to be happy.
twenty-seven new stitches on a bad dream.
but we've all got scars we're not willing to bear,
and we've all got thoughts we're not willing to share,
but when will we care?
you said if we run away, we could come back different someday.
the choices we make are what make us.
so fake like we almost know ourselves.
and You are all i choose
You are the I am.
I am not You.