Every time i try to go away... you bring me back.

And then when im back, you make me feel like i should go.

So i think i must reali make up my mind.

Because to stay and then feel like i have to go...

But because im not as strong as i seem

so each time i dont take more than a step or two away...

And then i turn and so im back.

And that's why i never like to say bye and then turn

Because i always want to run back.

So maybe in the end

There's never ever going to be an end.

Both ways, i onli see one way

For me to let go.