Indecision

Maybe it's that I'm just having a hard time seeing you get by.
But lately I've felt less and less like I want to try.

Switching between happiness and frustration,
with direction coming from every side.
It's all laid out and the paths are clear,
so why do I keep going back to hide?

I'm starting to hate how I feel inside,
Hate what is still fucking true.
I hate that it's getting easier to admit
That I still think of you.