Indecision
It's always been like that
When one can't really make a choice
Cos all looks almost the same.
Positives accepts positives
Negative roll negatives
Thin line proudly showing
"You can't get me", he says.
No we really can't get him
For he shows different lights
Like one in a discotheque
All colors of the rainbow.
This one says true
The other false
Whether it be true or false
We know not!
He says to favor him
She says to relieve her
Cos all have parts found in it
Thus the thin line rejoices.
I am left
You are right
Who's really right, we don't know
We can't tell cos it's blurry
And that's what I call Indecision.
