With Me

It must have been,
Some thing small you said,
Because now being with you,
Is something I dread.

When I see your face,
My heart begins to race,
It's not some thing you say,
Because it happens everyday.

Your the one I go to,
When I don't know what to do,
And I'm the one you call,
When your about to fall.

If you ever decide,
If you want to see,
If you no longer want to hide,
The fact that we could be meant to be.

How am I supposed to know,
All the feelings you never show,
But where you want to be,
I know,isn't with me