Make Me Choose

I met you in the middle of the spring When I was gray and cold And I did things I still regret I just can't let it go Why don't you cut me loose? Why do you make me choose between? But the fact is, this is growing old Like a lost ghost in the night If you want me, you'll have to fight Just like you know it is true I want you, don't make me choose I love you, don't make me choose But the fact is, this is growing old I love you, don't make me choose I want you, don't make me choose I met you in the middle of chaos Drunk on the dancefloor I can't understand you're the girl I kissed before Why did I go so blue? Why didn't I ask you for your feelings? In your eyes I'll still be young as I grow gray and old I love you, don't make me choose But the fact is, this is growing old I love you, don't make me choose I want you, don't make me choose