Fatal Attraction

Just in case you have heard my words, As I prayed upon my bed To extract her from that room in my heart, Where passions bathe in red Cursed it that road within my eyes, Leading me to her door The grass grows much greener beneath her feet But the price is my very soul Perhaps she might have taken note, To the wants of my hearts desire Make me beware of the distance I keep, For she may herself catch on fire Begging to be a much better man, I continue to put up a fight Why does it seem a struggle of pain, Trying to do what is right