Can I believe what you say?
Do I dare trust your words again?
The nearly healed wound,
wrenched open again by one so near.
The mind spins,
The stomach turns,
And though I believe the best thing to do is run,
My heart tells me to return.

Why can't I break away?
Do I try and tempt the pain?
I was nearly a whole person,
and you broke me up.
The pieces fall,
And escape beckons, And though I believe the best thing to do is run,
My hear tells me to return

Are you truly that powerful, or is my heart that stupid?