No you probably don't.
You're holding my heart in your hands, like you always have.
The only time my heart escaped your grasp was when I was angry with you and not allowing myself to be held deep within your clasp.
You say I have options
But you don't realize I can never use them
You see my love doesn't allow me to turn my back on the possibility of being with you, the one I've always loved.
You say I can decide this or that, which I guess is true, but far and away I'll always be thinking of you.
We say we love each other, but you won't let us be together
How is this fair?
One minute you're in love with me, other times your actions are as if you don't even care.
You miss me, and I miss you
That's reality
But what the hell are we going to do?
I stopped fighting so hard,
Because you kept proving me to be wasting my time and have me coming out like a retard.
The frustration continues to grow
And at some point in time I'm going to be so pissed with it, I'm simply going to go
Saying you love me is part of the game
And I'm tired of it all and am starting to find it all very lame
I realize you say you care, but you leave me here missing you and loving the blank air.
I just throw my hands up sometimes and really wonder why I still care.
Busy busy
You always send my mind into a frenzy
I think I'm gonna stop the hard work,
(And I've said this all before)
And probably come off looking like a jerk
Enough is enough
And it's time for you to start proving your words
And stop making it so rough.
The words are heavy and they hold me down
It is not your true intent I'm sure
But you're getting lost in the blur
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not going to be around forever.
And you just might miss out on a personal treasure.