The new girl’s been saying it’s harder to trust,
That it’s easier to walk when the pain is too much.
She’s not buying anything they have to say.
Don’t take it personal—she just goes that way.

And it doesn’t matter that I’m not like them.
I still feel the pressure to be different.
It isn’t the happiness she’s hiding from;
It’s more about knowing the trouble to come.

Still I don’t want to let go.
But I should already know
If someday I’m ready,
When—I can’t say,
She may not be waiting—It just goes that way.