Gotta learn to let her go, Knowing it's more work than its worth, Yet I keep crawling back, Telling myself that I shouldn't send the words I am eager to type, Hard to admit, you threw it all away for someone that doesn't covet your dedication, I see the facts clearly and still can't turn my back, I find myself anxious to get things back to where they can no longer go, Desperation has me chosing blindness towards the things I can see, Trying to figure a way out of these self inflicted hand cuffs, I convince myself of change yet the shackles remain.