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