Sometimes love is easy, so natural and pure,

but often it isn’t that clear.

Like fog in the morning makes traveling unsure,

not knowing which way you should steer.

For what comes the day you must make the hard choice,

between two you desperately you need?

It’s like choosing whether to hear or have voice,

no matter the answer you bleed.

Then how do you make a decision like this,

when there’s not one right thing to do?

You choose and you lose and you try to go on…

as you live with a heart torn in two.