A glimpse.

I struggle to catch a glimpse;
When I do I can't stop,
Find myself standing on the corner shocked

I gasp and tell myself I won't do this again,
Addicted to the rush;
The feeling of being wanted just because I want it.

Run away, Run away I must
Before you walk up to me
And tell me you'd be mine.

Oh the sorrows I attract
Oh the sorrows I enjoy

I struggle to catch a glimpse,
Telling myself that this will be my last,
But when I do, I can't stop.