Always the wrong choice,
am I always wrong?
You used to be the source that made me strong.

In a minute only you can make me jealous,
you can make me hate you, you can make me want you,
more than anything that I've known.
To want you more when soon,
one of us will be gone.

Loosing my sanity,
fighting it when it shouts to let go,
you'll get hurt when you turn there,
like my heart body and soul.

I am screaming out for some attention,
craving for your brief glance...
Then trying to avoid you,
but my heart wouldn't give me a chance.