She knows me so well, she knows me like I know myself

I paid all my dues and she wanted to know

that I'd never leave her now.

I'm ready to go.

As strange as it seems, she's endless to me, she's just like paperwork but harder to read.

It's harder to leave with my heart on my sleeve than to stay and just pretend.

I made all my plans and as she has made hers;

she kept me in mind but I wasn't sure.

I searched every room for a way to escape but every time I try to leave, she keeps holding on to me for dear life and blocking my way.

And like the back of her hand she already understands everything

"Won't you stay?", she says, and she already knows how it goes, and where she stands I'll stay, anyway.