At the end everything comes back to me, it's a matter of opinion, maybe I don't get hints maybe colors or letters.
One quick glance at me is enough, just don't stare, what's inside me is deep inside, it's what they call habitual.
Chorus:
When will i learn to choose what's right?, To believe that this way is good, without looking at my days that past and to choose what's right.
The same voice speaks to me, meets me during the nights, leaving without knowing where to go, will I know to return?
A short glimpse around me is all I need, i wont continue to fall, I have a child that looks up to me now, they call this being mature.
Chorus:
When will i learn to choose what's right?, To believe that this way is good, without looking at my days that past and to choose what's right.
Then it all comes to me, while I dream it all feels so good, if only I can wake on time, then maybe I will recall.
They say there is a gd that watches over me, giving me strength to to go on, I still haven't found all the answers yet, but they call this living on.
Chorus:
When will i learn to choose what's right?, To believe that this way is good, without looking at my days that past and to choose what's right.