But You Won't Let Me Through The Door

So I sit here,with nothing else to do
But stare at the floor
And I could mop up how I feel
But my love is not a chore
But the time I might be wasting
Is what hits me in my core

But as the clock goes tick
And the sand down pours
And my Patience grows thin
While my hearts love roars
But you never hear it shout
And I sit here being Patient
I'm so sick of all this doubt