The question that disturbs

Who am I and who are you?
I’m myself and you are you.

I think about life with a frown
Who will make me happy,
who will make me cry?
Which will Make me happy,
which will bring me down?
With who does my hart lie?
Yes this question disturbs me so.

This will take me all night
Will people understand ?
What will be wrong,
what will be right?
What will be people’s demand?
Yes this question disturbs me so.

What will I do if I choose wrong?
And what if I’m right?
I must choose, I’ve waited so long.
Will I remain myself,
even just slightly?
Yes this question disturbs me so.

I feel alone.
It feels strange.
My heart is not made from stone
I’ll remain myself,
I will not change.

I have chosen.