The Problem

 I am the problem.

It’s true

I knew what would happen 

walking thru your doors 

I wanted you 

To want me 

Hoping I could ride the line of sin and saved 

Saying no but acting out yes 

I wanted you to 

Want me too

Just enough for my half in half out to be good enough for you to say 

I want you and I want you to stay.

I’m the problem because you were up front from the start 

Which made me want you even more 

There no excuse for my recklessness 

If I’m honest I’ve existed in different forms of this dysfunction for centuries 

I hate that for me 

I’d love that for you 

If you were willing to be blind for me 

But I don’t recommend it. 

Cause I can see that I am the problem.

And I want you even more because you won’t let me be …

Your problem.