It’s like Schrodinger’s friendship here
Is it alive, is it dead?
What if trying to observe it kills it?
Maybe better to walk away
and let it die from distance
than to rip the bandage off
and know for sure…
Sounds so stupid when it’s put that way
Of course I need to follow through
…so why the hesitation?
Because maybe I don’t want to know
Maybe I’ve already blown it
and all I would do in trying to mend things
is hurt myself further
But if I take the easy way
do nothing and let it all fade
what am I giving up?
Obviously it was something
that I thought was worth panicking over
so why let it go so easily?
My stomach turns in knots
the butterflies get bigger
with every passing moment
the indecision killing me
Guess this is the price I pay
for a loss of control of sorts
Time to pay the debt one way or another…