I don’t know how I feel.
I don’t know if my thoughts are real.
All I know is that I was indifferent,
but now it’s like things are different.
Maybe I like you, maybe I don’t.
To be honest, I don’t really know.
If I had the opportunity of choosing,
I would be moving.
I would cross seas and live far away,
and the memories of us would decay.
I think you’re nice and kind,
but I don’t know if I’d ever call you mine.
I want a life far from here,
somewhere that isn’t anywhere near.
Maybe I’m running away,
either way, I just don’t want to stay.