What’s Next?

Tell me what has to give.
What do I have to prove to you that this is the life I want?
Nothing I do is good enough. 
Nothing is sufficient. 
I lose time after time.
Now I question myself. 
I question you.
I question us.
Is happiness real?
Did it ever exist?
What's next?
I hate the thought of losing you.
But that's the only thing left.
I sit and listen to everything you're saying
but nothing adds up.
Maybe our time is up. 
I didn't know love had an expiration date.
I thought this was a different kind of love. 
A Forever Love.
But maybe it's just like the rest.
Maybe this was just a test. 
They say the grass is always greener on the other side. 
But I still wanna know.
What's next?