Have you ever wanted something you can't touch?
Yet it touches you, in your thoughts and even in your dreams
To want it is suicide, but you keep bringing it up, keeping walking the line
Life is a twisted paradox with complicated feelings and confusion
In the quiet moments of nothingness, he appears in my thoughts
Lingering and tempting me to turn back, to want to want him
To reach out and talk, but I can never get past, 'Hello, my name is ...'
Why do I hold on when I ought to let go?
Why can't I let it shake?
My heart beats faster, hope rising, why oh why do I do this?
He still has a hold over me and I just can't seem to let go ...