With the sound of a voice,
Growing distant in my ear,
Comes a presence of myself,
Whose words seem so clear.
There are no answers,
Because the changes wipe them clean.
There is no right or wrong,
Just a maybe in between.
So I said I'd say goodbye to you
You know I'd never live a lie for you.
Seen all our dreams go passing through
It can never be the same with you.
With the toss of a dream,
And a waving of my hand.
Comes a ripple of success,
Allowing my faith to stand.
You can't be as hollow,
As your promises make it seem.
There is no right or wrong,
Just a maybe in between.
So many times I've listened,
Without really hearing the words.
And too many times I've twisted,
To squeeze out one last drop of control.
Lord knows I'm trying.
But my patience has run dry.
I wash my hands of your self destruction,
I am I!
No, right, wrong,
Just a maybe in between.
just maybe.