You drive me insane,
Yet, I still like you.
You tell me I do know what I want,
But the sad truth is I don't.
I'm sick in this state of confusion.
I feel like someone had spun me around and around
And handed me a knife to figure out my own fate.
It's not only dangerous,
But one wrong step can be fatal.
If I stumble,
I will surely fall
And the knife will be plunged into my heart.
I will be left to die,
Alone and covered in my own blood.
