Where do we stand?

We’re cool enough to check up on each other even though that makes me sadder./ Cool enough to make small but not enough to talk about something that matters

. I wanna work it out, but all you seem to want is space,/ i just wanna tell you how I feel ,and the feelings you had for me seem to have faded without a trace.

I love you so when you when I ask if you wanna talk and you tell me “I’m not free today” I try to have patience,/ but the thought of you with someone else got me Layin in bed like a mental patient.

I don’t know what to do because it kills me inside/… I see your snapchat story of you and other guys.

I wanna flip out , carry on yell and cry/ But all I can do is be jealous and sit at home as my chances passes me by._

So I sit and wonder , when does patience turn into a missed opportunity?/ When does respecting your space turn into you foolin me?

When does me offering my heart become not enough?/ when do I stop trying and start givin up?

What do you do when there’s a chance your love went from something special to unrequited?/ When does it go from holding a flame to going to parties uninvited?