Why does this have to be so difficult?
How can one question be so hard to ask?
Is it the answer I'm afraid of?
Or is it the one whom I am asking who,
Renders me weak, and powerless,
The one who takes my breath away,
And doesn't even know it,
The one who I can't stand to be with,
Yet the one who I can't live without,
The one who I am trying to get rid of,
Yet the one who I am trying to be with,
The one I am trying to forget,
Yet the one I always remember,
The one who calms me down,
The one who confuses me so much,
Yet the one who makes me understand,
Maybe it's not her I'm afraid of,
But the rejecting satisfaction she will give,
But, still, why does this have to be so difficult?
I mean, after all, it's just one question...