I remember the light at the crossroads
When I thought all was wrong
When I thought I would never be the same
When I thought my life was over

But the light at the crossroads told me
It’s all gonna be okay.
I walked into a place
Synonymical to heaven.

I love you.
Or do I?
I’m sorry.
Or am I?
I’m happy.
Am I really?

I question my life.
I question myself.
I act like I’m better but I’m not.

Not even heaven
Can fix the mess I’ve become.