Piece of Work

I go back all the time,

To the days I can't forget,

The first guy to make me feel like a girl,

The first eyes I can't let go of.

Those days were beautiful, like your soul.

Waking up now, I don't know how to feel,

Don't want to feel.

The more I think, the less I know,

The more I push, the farther you go,

What's going on inside your head? I may never know.

As much as I hate you, all I want to do is love you.