Commitment Impaired

I can see this becoming lyrics to a song. Think of it, put it to a classic country tune with the whine of the steel guitar.

You think you're the first one,

To tell me you love me,

That you're going to be here,

year after year,

I'm sorry to tell you

That I have been jaded

By too many loves whispering lies in my ear

Too many times, I've sold on these lines

only to get hurt and screwed over again

I want to believe you, and let myself keep you

But the problem is now, how do I begin?

You probably don't want to get to close to me

I'll push you away in the end

My heart is as vacant as a ghost town

and I'm alone, without even a friend.

So call me a skeptic, neurotic, dramatic

That's OK, baby maybe I am.

Please understand me, I'm not trying to hurt you

thought you should know, I'm commitment impaired