There’s a frequent bother at the back of my head,
But my feelings for you are still the same.
Through my struggle, I think I’m the problem.
I toss and turn in this lonely room.
Watching reruns and sad music videos.
I try to cheer myself up by cleaning
and playing my cheerful music as loud as I can.
I hold my phone, but I know it won’t ring.
It feels like I’m yours, it seems like I’m yours, but am I?
What are we? I’m confused. Tell me what we are.
It feels like we’re us, it seems like we’re us, but I’m unsure.
You act so vague around me, hiding your feelings.
These days, I hate you being this way.
I want to wake to your text every morning.
I want to fall asleep to your voice every night.
I want to show you off as my own in public.
It feels like you’re mine, it seems like you’re mine, but do you want to be?
These days, I hate us being this way.
I don’t like you this way,
But I only have you.
Clearly draw our line.
Don’t run off, but confess your feelings to me here and now,
just as I did, so pathetically that day.
Don’t tell me we’re just friends if we both want to be lovers.
The more I think about it, the more curious I get about how you really feel.
I want a clear sign, but I forget this when I see you smile.
It feels like I’m yours, it seems like I’m yours, but am I?
Don’t just avoid the issue and stop this now.
Don’t show me your heart and keep it from me.
Please stop acting like you don’t know your own feelings.
Please don’t spare mine if you feel differently.
Don’t give excuses.
Just hurry and tell me you love me.