I am in constant conflict with myself.
It is as if my heart is against my head and stomach.
My Head says your a fool, walk away girl. My stomach says are you crazy?
There is nothing more for you here.
But my heart, oh my foolish heart,It says continue on.
That things may not be as you would like, but there is more here than what you may believe.
You have time and you have cried for this person.
You have been there for this person, and even though I feel pain,
even though I hurt, and even though there is another where you were once,
there is something stronger here.
Neither of us want to see a loved one hurt,
neither one wants to turn our back,
and I won't give up if you don't.
For I am as strong as you are.
And we both love this person, and want the best for this person.
If only I could make my heart quiet.
If only what he says didn't make sense,
If only my heart were cold and vengeful,
but I know it is right.
And to quiet my heart is to quiet my own true self.
And to do that is to give up.
And to give up, is to die.
