& I'm laying here in bed,
staring at the ceiling...
thinking if I should go talk to you on AIM...
& ask you something that's been on my mind,
for a day now.
But then figure,
it's probably better that I don't...
so instead of asking,
I pulled out a notebook,
& wrote it down.
You always said I could ask you anything,
& nothing between us would change...
Well, this time... I kind of want them to...in a good way.
I wish I could work up the nerve,
to just ask you,
...exactly how you feel about me...
If you want to do this again.
Because I just can't read,
the mixed signals you're giving me.
But I know I can't really ask you,
because I know I won't get a straight answer,
I know that.
You'll say,
"I don't know...
We'll see what happens,
or possibly."
So as much as I hate hanging on a thread,
I'll go on just a little bit longer..
wondering...
wishing he felt the same way I do...
Just wishing he'd tell me,
so I can start living.
We can start living...
