so blue, so indecisive

Sometimes, I don’t feel so blue Sometimes, I wish I’d love me too I don’t know what to do… I love You, love You so true Who knew I’d end up with rue True, maybe I’m blue Maybe I’m getting over you True, maybe I’m glue, Getting sticky with your rue I’m not in your shoes I’m not your breathtaking blues I’m not bad news… I don’t know what to choose Maybe I’m getting over you I wish I would be you too Maybe I haven’t a damn clue Who knew I’d be…so blue… Sometimes, I don’t feel so blue Sometimes, I don’t wish upon hating me honestly I know what to do, but this isn’t true — I love me and I love you…I hate you and I hate me possibly It’s so damn true — can’t make up my mind…I’m indecisive and like morning dew True, maybe I’m blue Maybe I’m getting over you True, maybe I’m glue, Getting sticky with your rue I’m not in your shoes I’m not your breathtaking blues I’m not bad news… I don’t know what to choose Maybe I’m getting over you I wish I would be you too Maybe I haven’t a damn clue Who knew I’d be…so blue… Let go and let God…let God decide amongst His holy light Whether I be blue and/or indecisive, the Lord loves me despite God will decide what shade or hue my emotions will be I’ll end up feeling like a lighter shade of blue hopefully True, maybe I’m blue Maybe I’m getting over you True, maybe I’m glue, Getting sticky with your rue I’m not in your shoes I’m not your breathtaking blues I’m not bad news… I don’t know what to choose Maybe I’m getting over you I wish I would be you too Maybe I haven’t a damn clue Who knew I’d be…so blue… I’m a genius and I’m no longer blue No longer insecure and indecisive Let go and let live…and let live… And I want to keep giving and give I don’t want to receive, grieve not