Time forgets the beginning. Always blaming the eyes
Clouding the mind, intent on disguise. Saying love is blind
And truth is stranger than fiction. Bound by design
Now a slave to decision
It only takes a fraction, to notice. I'm no longer the focus
We're losing attraction. With movements failing, trusting intuition
Instead of making decisions. To end this, Attraction
Desire consumes all control, within this instance
When lust feels like a gun to the head, I keep my distance
For how much longer, shall we remain? It's becoming a game
Immune to resistance