Pass By

I'm torn apart because my naive heart
Can't decide with whom it can part
I wish that it would be made clear
Which one do I hold more dear?

A situation with a difficult decision
I'd rather be under a knife waiting for incision
I'm placed in a position where no one survives
Even if I choose one, I doubt I'll make it alive

My heart, why do you fall so easily?
And why am I willing to give in so readily?
Maybe I'm a fool, or I just like to flirt
Or maybe I try to mask all my hurt

Trying to forget, so I instead replace
The one before with another one's face
So I'll end this off, it'll eventually pass by
And hopefully, it'll be by the end of this night