My breath still catches in my throat.
Perhaps it is truth keeping its grip on me;
I can't give you the answers you want
and maybe this way I cannot lie either.
Each time you push me away
I come a little closer to letting go.
Problem is, a catch-22 situation
means whatever action I take, I lose.
And the third option isn't for me.
I cannot devalue your thoughts and feelings
but nor will I lie to myself, dear.
Opinions are open to change,
but I took a stance and need to stand my ground.
If I say yes, am I who you love dear?
How long 'til resentment builds
and this goes the same way it's heading?
You know we've both seen it all before.