To be like him or not to be
The struggle is deep
With a sunken spirit, I sink
I percieve my doom just beneath.
To take the risk or not to
I love it but he doesn't
He's holding my hand, I let him
Severing the ties will cause me grief.
To let go or hold on
He's helpful, I'm helpless
He's there for me, I should want him
But I'm stuck between thoughts.
To think it over it or not to
He's just in front, holding on
He's knocking, i don't respond.
I hear him, clearly before, now vague
I'm drifting off, alone in my own thoughts.