repeat repeat repeat

Put things in the past.
It’s a burden, the thoughts, and the acts.
Why must you always look back?
Stop.
I need you to stop.

Do hear it, my head, my heart, and its driving..
Throb, throb, and throbing.
My head is starting to hurt.
The words you use, repeating, over and over and over and over again.\

*sigh*

I can’t stand it, I feel the pain.
Yes yes yes I know!

I know you want it this way, you want it that way
You want me to do as I am told. And I’m doing it, I want to please you but I don’t know what else I can do. I’m only human.

I love you. I do. Deeply.
But when can we meet, in the middle maybe?
The end? Why didn’t we do it in the beginning.

*sigh*

Are you listening?