Dying to live, first to leave;
Dead to love, the heart must grieve.
All I know is I’m not sure;
All I know is there’s no cure, I think.
I could live again, I think,
I could live again, I think,
I could live again, I think.
I could love again, I think.
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure,
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure,
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I’m sure for my indecision, there must be a cure.
All I need is a little clarity,
All I can afford to refuse is your offer of charity.
Because all I have left, since the day love died,
Is my beating heart and an ounce of pride.
