Lend me a hand,
and help me find my way.
Lost within your blue eyes,
I tend to sway.
Such a sweet talker,
it's hard to read between the lines.
I try to leave,
but something always pulls me back.
That innocent smile,
makes me fall again.
Constantly getting up,
and preparing to flee.
Second guessing each time,
because I know what I want,
differs from what I need.
Affection and love is the desire,
but the baggage you bring along,
wears me thin.
Being alone is much better,
than the lies you always tell.
No longer can I be a fool,
at least not for you.