You begin to haunt me,
I can't seem to draw you out of my thoughts.  
You're trapped there.
The question is
Do I want you out?
Every time I gazed at the stars
I craved to gaze into those eyes
That make me feel alive.
Do I want to break free from this
curse you've set upon me?
I'm not ready to let go.
I don't think I'll  be ready.