Switzerland

I don't know if I can take it anymore.

All the hustling and bustling,

All the hurt and heart breaks,

I need to get away.

I run from place to place,

To get you,

But I never seem to be able to do it.

You run away from me.

I get hurt somehow.

If it's my knuckles from punching a wall,

Or my feet for kicking wood,

Or worse my heart from breaking.


I need to get away.

To save me from this.

So I don't end up getting hurt,

Or worse...

I love you more than anything,

I just don't know if I can take it anymore.

I'm like Switzerland,

I don't know if I love you or hate you.

And to be honest,

I don't know if you love me.

From the way you have been treating me it's doesn't seem.

I don't think we belong

Switzerland

Love or hate?

Love, possibly

Not likely though....