When I get writer's block
Late in the night,
I think of you, and I see
The words come out, they are right.

Lost in an array of emotions,
Prisoner of my own mind.
You tell me to pick one I like
And move on, leave this one behind.

I can't pick one
Can't you see?
The emotion I want
Is the one I can't be.

You tell me "please let go,
I'm hurt too, you know.
You don't understand
Where I had to go.

"You will find her one day,
I know you will.
But you mustn't stop
You must have your fill."

Dear, you don't know
What I'm going through,
What emotion I want
Is the emotion; you.

She looks at me
Lots of doubt in her heart,
I know something is hurting her,
Is this why we are apart?