I don't know what this is but I can't feel what this isn't
Maybe the false is hidden, caused by the illusions of the heart
O what battles I face in these affairs, and when it comes to you!
Illusions can make it feel so real..
What felt so deep could turn out to be a surface of lust that's frail
So I keep my distance to guard the heart but I grow weak in my resistance
Cold feet in concrete decisions leave me froze
I act as if you should give a ****. How could you if you don't know?
I feel you never will..
'Cause we took it too far way too fast which brought on the chills..
Now occasionally you get mad at me and I've hid this secret anxiety; now I'm sure it shows.
A familiar feeling starts to arise
This situation hangs by an old rope.