"Don't you get tired of giving up? Of just letting your dreams stay dreams? Don't you get tired of letting reality win? I do."

This or that?
Undecided, indecisive.

Can't make up my mind.

Results I can't choose.

Don't try to tell me what I feel.

How I think.

When everyday I'm playing a person

I don't want to be.

Can't have it all.

But what I want is out of my reach.

Or maybe I'm afraid that the ones I love most will
hate who I want to be.