Testo Confused

Used to be easy, now those days are gone.
Never to return again, time has moved us on.
We're mixing up our signals, like wires getting crossed.
Communication's breaking down, it's almost all but lost.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Should I stay? Should I leave? Should I hang on every word, should I try to make it work?
Do I lose my breathe, do I breath and let go of you?
What do I do, I'm positive that I'm confused.

What's the use in faking, like nothing has gone wrong?
Let's stop hesitating, it's time for movin' on.
What's the point in waiting for love to come along?
The memories are fading, what we had is gone.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Should I stay? Should I leave?
Should I hang on every word, should I try to make it work?
Do I hold my breath, do I breathe and let go of you?
What do I do, I'm positive that I'm confused.
Used to be easy, now those days are gone.
Never to return again, time has moved us on.
We're mixing up our signals, like wires getting crossed.
Communication's breaking down, communication's breaking down.

Should I stay? Should I leave?
Should I hang on every word, should I try to make it work?
Do I hold/lose my breath, do I breathe and let go of you?
What do I do?
I'm positive that I'm...

Should I stay? Should I leave?
Should I hang on every word, should I try to make it work?
Do I hold/lose my breath, do I breathe and let go of you?
What do I do?
I'm positive that I'm confused.