This Thing

There is a strange thing at my door
It comes in with out warning
It grabs me and wraps me, throws me on the floor
It hurts me and makes me happy

It burns me and makes me yearn
It holds me away from harm
And harpoons me
Through my heart

It treats me like a slave
It makes me smile and cry
It makes me misbehave
It leaves me high and dry
On rainy days

It makes me bleed
It makes me bend
On all knees

I can't take that thing anymore
How can it control me
It's so buried with in my heart
I'm scared that its gonna tear me apart

I can't fly with out it
I can't land on it
Every time I try
I swear I'm going to die

Now you know what it is
This thing that torches my soul
You understand
Of this thing called love...