Thousands of commands,
coming at me.
Hand cover my eyes,
tell me to see.

Pressure pushing me,
pushing me down.
Come back, she pleads,
just don't turn around.

Is she my prize,
or just my demise.

A voice in my head,
says she's the one.
The other one says,
get up and run.

Is she the one?
Or should I run?
Is she the one?
Or should I run?

Is she the prize?
Or just my demise.