This is becoming horrible.  Obsessive compulsive in my reactions to repulse you, acting like relapsing was the last thing I wanted happening.  In all actuality I want you near, but my heart won’t open here, hearing all these doubts that cloud the air, tell me, how in the world do you love me still?  Still I continue on with these indecisive choices like I opted out to all the voices, listen dear, the only thing I chose to do, was to let fate guide me back to you.