Wanted and adored by attractive women Bountiful selection at your discretion I know I'm diving into my own destruction It's only a poem At the moment it means nothing For me the worst feeling in the world is not hurt, it's confusion I'm torn between Brendon and my morals I'm hurt but I'm making it worse by trying to pretend nothing happened I'm not thinking straight I'm not dealing with it I'm trying to sort the truth from the lies I don't know who I am anymore Who I want to be Where I'm heading Who loves me Who takes me for granted So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions I don't think I'm this over-emotional normally I want to experience the feelings I'm beginning to get I know I'm not ready though We're definitely not ready for this The bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again All I can see is this confusion eating me up until breaking point It will be interesting to see who will be on guard, waiting Hopefully you I still love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another I can't help it...you're my kind of man So why do we choose the boys that are naughty? I don't fit in so why do you want me? And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying