i wish i knew. i wish i knew exactly the perfect things to say because i feel like if i say one word wrong, i will blow it. it wasn't my fault to begin with, but i still don't want to lose. i am making myself sick with worry. maybe even worrying about nothing. but i am afraid to ask.
i have never not had to work hard for something. i don't know what else to do but try as hard as i can. but he wants the opposite of that. but what do i do if i feel like the chase isn't being chased enough?
i think i know what is going on but you still never know.
i need to know where i stand.
it is a restless sick to confess, but i am saying i need you.
you make it hard not to try.
you make it hard to play the card i'm trying to hold.
and as closely as i may try to read you,
you're on a different page every time.
beats are slow when you are clear from sight and clear from my tight mind. lone steps are paced. and the sky is masked with gray. i cannot breathe life without the beauty you have lit.
as i begin to have doubt, you are right there to remind me that you are what i have been waiting for.

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