i choose to stay.

hey, eleven months had passed
since i thought we're going to last
the monsoon's changed
and memories are chained
right where i chose to stay.

i'm on the bench at the park
where we fell and fell apart
i heard children's laughter
turn into disaster
right where i chose to stay.

blank stares locked on the swings
while i never felt any damn thing
when i nursed my pride
and got left behind
right where i chose to stay.

now the seesaw has stopped working
like once we had we ended one evening
park paint has paled
but the pain remained
right where i chose to stay.

hey, eleven months had passed
maybe this is gonna be the last --
-- i will be fearing change
finally free of chains
and find where i choose to stay.