Stuck in between,
Not on my own and not with you.
Sad situation but so true.
Not knowing what am I to you.
Not sure to hold or to let go
To all that's lost so long ago.
Unsure of futures and the past.
Whats made, but was it made to last?
Give in to memories and dreams.
But is it all just what it seems?
All questions hang with no reply.
Is it a "we" or is it "I"?
I'm sick of asking and of waiting.
Not sure of what am I expecting.
You always show when strings grow thin.
But do I know just where you've been?
So numb inside. I wish I knew:
Am I alone? Am I with you?
