Honest

Why are the days that seem so clear The ones I started there and somehow ended up over here My way home is just a long and winding road I - I didn't know what else to do I was busy hiding from you I - What am I supposed to do now All of this is wearing me out I gotta be honest with you I'm never gonna make it without you Why is it the things I choose In the end I find I've only got nothing to lose So here I go 'Cause it's the only thing I know Maybe this is something I gotta do Maybe this is just how I know I'm alive And if it brings me back to you Then I'll go through --- Honest - Rachael Lampa