She'll come to you, you don't have to go to her.
She initiates the dates and puts up with the waits,
As you always seem to arrive "fashionably" late.
And say you want to get her in bed, that's a piece of cake.
She doesn't even put up a wall for you to break.
It's just so easy for you to take, take, take.
It's just too easy to not appreciate.

Sparks fly in all directions.
I want so bad to keep your attention.
Yet here I am steering you in the wrong direction,
With my complete and utter lack of affection.

Sometimes I can be so cold.
Sometimes I can be so clueless.
It's frustrating, even for me,
When I can't show weakness to anybody.

Oh no, what did I say, what did I do?
I'm not even aware of how I hurt you.
It's inevitable, just another learning process
I have to go through.

All of these changes,
Making my head spin and spin,
Again and again.
I never thought I would still be here.
I thought I would be with him.
We had planned so much together,
Made so many promises to one another.

Then a part of me, it spoke so clearly.
It said, "Trust my words for I love you dearly."
"You can't let your fears keep you in the past.
You know this was never the type of love that could last.
You're no longer a child; you have to grow up now - fast."
And as I listened, I decided I would sabotage it -
Yes, I would corrupt my whole relationship.
I would just cut it up into little bits.
When I found a way, that's exactly what I did.
As I watched the pieces fall, I saw a new part of myself rise.
I felt ten years of pain and suffering start to subside.

You're making me nervous, the way that you smile,
And how you're so kind to me,
It's sickening.
I don't want a special someone, I don't want anything.
Yet you're making it hard for me to say no.
You're piquing my interest, so now I think you should go
Before we lose it, and it all spirals out of control.

I feel some strange connection to you though.
Like every time you walk by me, I just know.
When you compliment me, I feel a warmth inside,
And though I don't want to appear weak, it's too much to hide.
Yet all of these silly rules by which I have to abide,
Are stressing me out, can't we just cut the lies?
I'm so tired of these butterflies;
The nervousness is eating me alive.

It's not like you just wake up and say,
"I feel like being miserable today."
It starts so subtle that you still think you're okay,
Then drags you down little by little every day.
You notice that who you were is fading away,
As it slowly molds you to its liking like clay.
By the time you realize the damage, it's too late.
It has already taken a hold of you, along with your fate.