Pulling, pulling, pulling
You're pulling at my heart strings
Ever so slightly strumming a tune with them
With such a grand tune should be a grand artist
But there is nothing grand about losing your place
The artist weeps while strumming
Instead, there is a fine line between loving you and letting go
Picking wrong from even worse
The lesser of the two evils
To love you pains me
You're so far away but I can touch your heart
Beating slowly
To let you go devastates me
Never speaking to one another again
But maybe it's better for us all that way
I Could not, should not, would not
Let you go
Or love you still
Aching, aching, aching
My heart aches in distraught
To choose would end this tune
