Lletres: Snuff. Reach. It's You.

I know I'm doing wrong
It makes sense to stop but I'll carry on
Pushing on towards an offered knife
I can see it coming but I've got no choice

It's you - a magnetic pull
There's no need to see me coming
I'm already fooled

Knit one, pearl one, hang one
Drawn one, quartered one
Torn one left behind...