Who is it?

Who is it?

The magnet’s pulling her away, but you’ve got a rope on her.
You keep pulling her, tugging her.
But you know you’re not strong enough.
The situation’s too rough.
You know you won’t be able to handle it.
You know you’ll just be another one.

You know I’m always here.
No rope, no tug needed.
A magnet’s not pulling me away from you.
Gravity has me fixed next to you.

Then, there’s another one.
You want to hug her so tightly, but she’s pushing you away.
You can’t let go of her.

Now, there are three of us.
The pressure is building up on you.
How are you surviving?
Who are you?
Who do you choose?

Who is it?