There you are,
Sitting next to me.
Should I talk to you?
Im not sure....
I helped you when we first met,
Were great friends....
So should I?
Should I even though you hurt me?
Even though you talked behind my back,
And still act like nothing has happened?
I helped you rise up,
But yet your helping my heart get pushed down and broken.
You look at me,
But I look away....
I can't look at you,
But should I talk to you?
Should I be honest with you,
Or be nice to you with lies?
Should I hug you and crawl to you like you want?
Or should I be honest and leave.
You think I'll crawl to you,
But I actually won't.
Should I yell at you with my eyes full of tears,
And tell you what I've been wanting to say?
I don't know,
But I know I will have to stand up someday,
And tell you what I think.
But for some reason,
I'm waiting...
I sit on the edge of our table,
And look away......
I'll wait when the time comes,
But just so you know,
Once I leave you,
Don't think I'll come back.