It's hard to believe that there's no way out
And it seems to be, the story of our life

It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do, you're always mad
And I can't change your mind

It's like trying to turn around on a one way street
I can't give you what you want and it's killing me
And I...I'm starting to see that maybe we're not meant to be

There's still time to turn this around
Should we be building this up?
Instead of tearing it down
But I keep thinking...maybe it's too late.

I never thought we'll crumble so easily,
not when we made plans for future,
not when we plan to buy house,
not when we talk about our child's name,
not when we have plan our date to walk down the aisle,
not when but why.

Trying to be the ideal person needs mistake to learn from.
but how many people can tolerate mistake?