What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me?

A question I've asked many a time.

But now I ask it for a different reason

Because I never wanted to, but I'm thinking 'bout your eyes.

What's so wrong with that?

It's natural to think about the past. 

It feels like everything is right

And it's all going by so fast. 

I couldn't go to sleep last night;

I was thinking about you. 

I wished I didn't have to see you ever again,

Because you said, "I still love you."

Now I'm having an internal conflict,

And I just need to talk to someone.

But all I want is to talk to you,

Because somehow it's still fun. 

Though then I try to remember

How much you hurt me. 

You shattered me apart,

And I wished I could still leave.

I've said it aloud,

Doesn't that mean it's true?

It must be getting you out of my system,

Dreaming about kissing you. 

I'm chained to this life,

And I can't get out of this cynical cycle. 

Now I'm the one whose asking why,

And the answer is the only thing on my mind.