A few weeks go by and again I see myself falling
But just a couple months ago I was too stubborn and dumb to be the one calling
Calling up all my feelings that I tried to bottle down
Calling up the harsh reality that I had more feelings for you then the girl I already had in this town
But I was scared
Scared to find out that I wasn't the one who you had been searching for
Searching door to door to finally call that place home
I want to be that door you found
But you know I'm torn
I'm torn between the now and then
Torn between whether we should talk or just be friends
Because I know I fall easily
And that's the issue
If I see that I'm not your home
I might suddenly need a tissue
Yes I'm a baby, I know
I usually hold my guards up
But with you there was always something so different
I have always opened up to you, always gave u the benefit the doubt
Because I know this time if I am good and stay at this place with No owner
You will soon open my door and see your future home.
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