Why?

I use to Flit
I use to Flutter
I use to Fly.

Now I Sit,
Now I Wonder,
Now I ask Why,

Why can't I get away from you?
Why can't I see past this?
Why do you feel like a must?

There are others that could replace you
They want to be with me too
Why do they feel like a bust?

I know the answer
I know the reason
I know the truth.

I can't keep it in. But,
How do I tell you,
When I know your not ready?
(here it goes)
Please try to keep steady,
I Love You
that's why.