If it wasn't for an outreach from me,
time with you there would never be.
It is a sad truth I must face
In your mind I do not have the privilege of space.
I am trying to come to terms with the end of things
I am trying but I cannot simply kill off my feelings.
There is something about you that has me in its clutch
whatever that is has me feeling stuck.
Torn between a conflict of drawing the line
Torn because I want you to be mine.
Odds are I am just wasting my time and killing my energy
I cannot seem to escape this hold you have on me.