Confused about what I am doing to myself, my spirit, my soul. . . You've already ripped out my heart and tore it in two. So, after all we've been through why do I still run to you? Especially now when someone else is attempting to claim the spot in my heart I thought was reserved for you But he is less complicated then you with less he is going through and more of him to offer me. Yet, something drags me back to you like the cat who constantly brings its owner dead mice not appreciated, but expected nevertheless.