How is it that you make me feel so wonderful and horrible at the same time?
Why is it that every time you look at me I smile, though I’m crying on the inside?

How is it that you can so easily wrap me around your finger, and I let you?
Why is it that I can’t stop thinking about you, but I need to?

Why is it that I feel like I’m being used by you, but by you, I’ll let myself be used?
How is it that you make me want to stay in bed forever, yet I’ll let you join me if you so choose?

Why is it that I feel I can tell you anything, yet there are things I won’t tell?
Why is it that when I’m with you I’m floating on clouds, yet I’m going through hell?

How is it that you bring me up high, though I’m feeling like I’m headed straight down?
Why is it that I want to forget about you, but I want you here with me right now?