It's like I'm shooting myself in the foot, but the bullet hits my heart.

When I want to talk to you every moment every day
But it seems you don't feel quite the same way
It's like I'm shooting myself in the foot, but the bullet hits my heart
Why do I feel this way, why did it all have to start?

My mind imagines you oblivious to this pain
Sitting nonchalant as I drive myself insane.
It's not practical or logical that I should feel this way,
That I should take this risk at all is an area of gray

Ooh, It's beginning to get to me
I sometimes like these chains
But I wish I was free

And yet I sit here thinking about this boy so far away
How I wish we could visit, for awhile even stay
I second guess conclusions about this lovely mess
But it seems I shouldn't have expected any less

Ooh, It's beginning to get to me
I sometimes like these chains
But I wish I was free

What I want are answers, but they may be hard to hear
So I sit here in silence, waiting out this year
Hoping and dreaming it will work itself all out
But that is something I'm beginning to doubt.

Ooh, It's beginning to get to me
I sometimes like these chains
But I wish I was free
And I wish you loved me.