Fishing

There are other fish in the sea
This has become very obvious to me
Its not hard finding someone new
Its the process of letting go of you
You put me through hell
Why cant I just leave and wish you well?
Others are promising to treat me right
We have fun, laugh, and never fight
But your constantly there in the back of my mind.
You somehow still have me on this fishing line
Everything wrong with him is right with you.
Everything wrong with you is right with him.
My head says him but my heart says you.
Who listens to their heart anyway?
All that follows is heartbreak.