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