Pulling At My Hair (Frustrated)
Written by Torrie DeMore on June 29, 2003
Why am I getting so worked up?
I haven't cried yet, but I know it's coming.
The sad thing is, it's probably nothing.
We'll be fine eventually.
I'm just so tired and I can't sleep
because I'm thinking about him.
The thought enters my mind
that he could be feeling the exact same way
and laying wide awake in his bed.
Why does this have to be so difficult?
I can't believe I let myself fall in love again.
I didn't think I was and I told myself not to.
Love is tricky and I just don't understand it.
In the past week I've heard a hundred sayings
and I've received so much advice from so many people.
But no one has ever asked me what it is that I want.
Truth is, they wouldn't like the answer
when I say that it's him.
That's all I want. Him.