It's not fair that I don't know what I want,
That a simple friend can turn into a haunt.
And while for a moment I feel something,
Then the other is evermore disorienting.
Because I was so sure during that instant,
And then, with an awkward second, I had again become distant.
I feel as if I can't love or have any affection,
For more than one lousy, brief second.
