I'm not usually like this
or so i like to think
my thoughts chase in the direction of you
when hope begins to shrink
as long as i can remember
I've only wanted a few
the funny thing is that I'm picky
but i compare them all to you
when i sit here all alone
making excuses for your lies
i start thinking to myself
how many more tries?
i know that i deserve better
but my hold on you is so firm
and when i think of letting go…
i start to itch and squirm
maybe its the idea of you
that keeps me dredging on
because i still whisper to your shadow
when i know that you're long gone
and when i picture happiness
your image blinks and skips
will you be the one by my side?
or slip though my fingertips
its seems that all we've got is time
I've already waited years
and although I'm trying to better myself
i keep confronting my fears
am i good enough for you?
what will it take you to commit
you tell me that I'm the one for you
but here alone i sit
so ill pull another petal off
he loves me, he loves me not..
and someday ill see if its worth it all
every battle that I've fought