I don’t know what I’ve done. Or if I like what I’ve begun. Something told me to run and honey you know me it’s all or none. There were sounds in my head. Little voices whispering. That I should go, and this should end. I found myself listening. But you ain’t leaving without a fight and I think I am just as torn inside. I don’t know who I am. Who I am without you. All I know is that I should. And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you. All I know is that I should.