What is it you Want?

How am I supposed to know how you really feel?

How am I supposed to guess what is really real?

How am I supposed to trust that you will still be there?

How is it I want so much, when I usually don't care?

What is it you want to say but do not once again?

I don't know if I can be satisfied with you just as my friend. 

Go away or come really close just stop standing there.

I have found that kind of honesty is really just so rare.

I am tired of not knowing and not being able to tell.

All I know is I hate myself because I slipped and fell.

I hate it that I get so scarred because the way I feel. 

and I hate it that above all this I go on with it still.

I am not ready to go and leave you here behind, 

I feel you too much in my heart and also in my mind.

One day soon, I'm sure I'll know and I will feel what's right, 

Until that day I will wait here still and keep on with the fight.