She controls me. And I just begin to drift…
Loving a woman who will not commit.
My heart falls further with each passive day,
As she takes my love and throws it away.

I walked away unable of full compassion,
Too aware of what I am missing in this fashion.
To forgive myself of what I know to be true,
I simply must walk away from you.

Such a strange shame—fully alive and aware,
Yet mesmerized and lost in your stare.
And I think, “Why can’t I just walk away?”
As she takes my love again today.

I felt her harsh wrath in union with my soul,
A love so broken yet so whole.
She controls me with her very design,
And every piece of me wants to make her mine.

Claim me once again, of romance the intent,
Of all of my love—its total extent.
For the love of her is the love I keep,
Even as I fall into a helpless sleep.

Control me once again…