Why must it feel as though I'm being torn in two by myself?
Compassion shown for such a long time that it is outgrown?
The pain can afflict one so deeply
Time works against you and winds backwards
Reminding you of things past
And making you forget things present
False decisions are made and dealt with
But sometimes some sought false decisions are right
When that decision is so close to the line you'll never know
If it was right or wrong, until it's too late
You'll find out when someone has moved on
You'll find out when someone hates you
That you made the wrong decision
Or you will never find out
Twenty-four hours or less holds the time that a decision has to be made
Which will it be?
I have a feeling it's right
But I'll just never know.