Crossroad

Come and find me,
I've been hiding from you.
Maybe down there,
running from you.

It's been too hard,
too hard to say that I don't want to tell you.

But what could I've done when my house was empty,
my life in the jar so remote from you.
You took my life – all of them, could I fight back for them?
What did you want me to do?
What did you?

It's a question, it's a will for you,
was it real, or maybe untrue.
If you'll run there, and search for me now,
are we done here? Or starting somehow?

But what could I've done when my house was empty,
my life in the jar so remote from you.
You took my life – all of them, could I fight back for them?
What did you want me to do?
What did you?

It's a crossroad,
and I know that.
Don't look back.

What could I do, what could I do?

But what could I've done when my house was empty,
my life in the jar so remote from you.
You took my life – all of them, could I fight back for them?
What did you want me to do?
What did you?