I Can T Decide Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Any man who says that is trash. What's there to brag about? A real man has just one person. Girlfriend, baby, wife, they should all be the same woman. My dearest Jennifer, you are my girlfriend, my baby, and my wife." How perfect his words sounded. So why did everything change?

"It's up to me to decide who's right for me. Not you. Not anyone else. Me." Max straightened, his blue eyes searching my face with an intensity that made my stomach flip. "Have you made your decision already?" The question landed on me like a stone in still water. I opened my mouth. Closed it. My mind raced through everything— "Fine," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes, trying to find that clarity Theo had told me to seek. That moment of absolute certainty that would make everything simple, clean, easy. It didn't come.

I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero." I just walk along side, my eyes on the floor as I tune my ears in to the words, the lyrics which are so pertinent to her life.. Her failed relationships.

I need a little more luck than a little bit Cuz every time I get stuck the words won't fit And every time that I try I get tongue tied I'll need a little good luck to get me by I need a little more help than a little bit Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied I need a little good luck to get me by this time I stare up at the stars I wonder just where you are You feel a million miles away (I wonder just where you are) Was it something I said? Or something I never did? Or was I always in the way? Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay? He doesn't care if he looks crazy right now. He was alone, so he took the ladle and used it a

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

Instead, it just sits there in my chest, heavy and uncertain, like the moment before a jump when you're not quite sure you've got the rotation speed right but you're already in the air and there's nothing to do but see it through. I close my eyes. The radiator hums. Outside, someone laughs, the sound carrying through the courtyard and fading. Seven o'clock. Three hours from now. I have three hours to decide if *maybe* was the right answer, or if I just chose it because I'm tired of all the other questions I can't seem to answer. Three hours to decide if I'm doing this because I want to, or because I want to stop thinking about someone else. The ceiling cracks don't offer any answers.

--- And in that final, breaking moment— As everything slipped beyond saving— As choice demanded its price— One final truth emerged: --- Sometimes the hardest part of choosing— --- Is deciding… --- Who you can’t save.

Certain. “You cannot choose what has already been decided.”

You couldn't just decide to stop being someone. Could you?

"And you? Have you chosen?" "Chosen what?" "Between her and me." The word. The word that kills. The word that will decide everything. "I can't choose," I say. "Everyone can choose." "Did you choose?" She looks at me. For a long time. Too long. "No," she admits. "I didn't choose either." We are here. Two people who love each other. Two people who also love the same other person. Two people who don't know how to get out of this impasse.