The Questions of Your Words

You tell me to just let it go and forgive,

Yet whenever I try, you remind me of my sins,

I just want to let it go.

But you can’t help but call me crazy,

Say that you can’t save me,

Am I really that far gone?

“Of course not, baby”

But do you really mean it if the next day you’re yellin’ at me for bleedin’?

For grieving who I used to be?

Like I want to be in pain,

Like I’m the one to blame,

Now you’re callin’ me insane.

“You’re wrong, Daniela”

Do my eyes deceive?

So what to believe?

You with blind trust?

“I did it out of love.”

So what is love?

And what is life?

Am I a mistake?

Or did I just stray?