Think I Got It Bad

Think I got it bad.
Think I got it bad.
Thought it was you I had,
but I caught a snag.
Love is such a drag.
Thought it was you I had,
but I caught a snag,
and now I’m tied up so tight.
Another waking night,
where I stayed up past dawn.
Another broken pawn,
with the same jeans on,
that I wore last night.
Another losing fight,
despite my attempts to stay calm.
Oh with my sweaty palms,
and my furrowed brow;
and I would calm down,
if I just knew how,
but my mind won’t allow me to rest;
and my face only shows my distress.
Lord how you test.
Oh lord how you test.