Why do looks matter so much
If all that mattered was how I felt
it would be a simple, but
I check and check, looking for a reason to like you less
or to like you more.

I sit in limbo, not allowing myself to want more
but gradually gliding, I know this can't stay the same.
Limbo is limited. It's comfort restricted.
At some point somethings going to give
Either I realise its fine, your fine because I feel it
or it's not, you're not because they say it.

Another story is why we, I mean I care that they care
it remains none the less.
Would it affect us, could it be perfect,
they would accept it, they always do.
Do they even care or is it just me
Is this all just a lie, is it me, is it I.
Am I the one with the problem, is it only my consent that matters
my disapproval of you and of me.
My disapproval of me.