Don’t know if I should lick my wounds or say ‘woe is me’ instead.
And there’s an aching inside my head.
It’s telling me you’re better off alone.
I looked above the other day.
Cause I think I’m good and ready for a change
And I’m searching for things that I just cannot see.
I’m running, I’m running, catch up with me life.
Or is it love that I’m looking to find