If I bloom will I be able to see.
Will I see the precident sight that I've been longing for
With the taste of the past riding my shoulders. Yet the future is pushing me into oblivian. The choice I have made and is it worth it at all. I can't leave you behind but I must take you with me. I love you but yet I want to hate you. How is that possible? How can it be that I long for your embrace but at the same moment I wish to be a great distance apart. For nothing makes sense and my mind is confused. Always confused.
Everyday is another conflict.
A war of indecisiveness within my head.
For you are always the root of my never ending confusion.