Oh God, am I terrified of your perfect storm
That boy you put oh so conveniently into my life
How he slid into the seat in front of me, almost forcing me to look into his eyes that melt oh so slightly when he sees me

Why did you do that?
Why did you then nearly take him away, so many times?
Why was it so easy to earn his love, but so hard to keep as my own?
Why was there so many challenges?
Why does it still hurt once they've gone away?

Why God, why did you create such a perfect storm, that tears at my heart and pulls on my fears
Like tiny strings, my emotions a marionette who's controlled by his hands?
You've made my life God, you've set my fate, so why must it be hard?
Let his hands not hold my strings but my hands, let us dance and live and smile just as we're meant to be.
Do not test us more God, give us what we deserve.