The Battle of Intentions

It was doomed from the beginning
So perfect yet so wrong at the same time
as if the same things drawing me to you
were the same things holding me back
That first night when we danced and I gazed into your eyes
something went off in me, as if an alarm warning me of danger
I had never fell so hard for a stranger
It was an internal yellow light telling me I had to slow down
And all the signs pointing to yes were constantly being trumped by the signs pointing to no
Yet something keeps me hanging like a spider in a web
And I'm already spun so tight it feels like there is no escape
I thought I was the spider, but I have now become the prey
I spend my days wondering what your next move will be
I keep wondering if you will decide to finish me off,
or just continue to torture me with your cruel intentions