Paper Cut Eyes

She Is

She Is

Today she says yes

tomorrow she says no.

Just bendin' my head

so she doesn't let me go.

And there she is,

her usual controlling self.

Telling me I'm never no help.

If she's opened her eyes maybe she'll see I'm the only one still here.

Only beggin' me to stay when the end seems to be near.

How can you love someone so much it turns to hate?

How can it go sour so soon after it's gone great?

Why can't we be what we were?

Why can't I seem to let go of her?