My mind is twisted in different places,
in the light,
in the dark,
and some in between spaces.
I don't know what I want,
and love picked me to haunt.
God, help me learn what I want,
and what I need,
if we're truly meant to be
she'll wait for me,
won't she?
I'm scared to lose
what it could've been,
but this voice inside
says we're meant
to be only friends.
I'm confused,
and mentally bruised.
What it once was is gone,
and love picked me to haunt.