Not So Sure

*Another "Song/Poem"...*

Sometimes I wonder why I'm here,
sometimes my purpose is not clear,
and sometimes I try not to cry,
but other times I just want to die,
I can't seem to make up my mind,
am I in front or am I behind,
I'm not so sure that I understand,
why you won't let me hold your hand,
so tell me something, anything at all,
before I lose my faith and fall,
all the way down from here,
can't you see, I need you near,

I'm not so sure I'm not to blame,
but I'm not too fond of the guessing game,
oh, I'm not too proud of the things I said,
and I'm not so sure that I'm not dead,

If I'm at fault, I'll apologize,
I messed up, now I realize,
that I need to take it back,
to where I got off track,
and keep my focus, keep my mind,
but I just can't seem to rewind,
all the things that I've done wrong,
if I'm this weak, how can I be strong,
I'm not so sure that I stand a chance,
at even getting a second glance,
but I'll still stand firm, and ask you now,
my knees grow weak as I take the bow,

I'm not so sure I'm not to blame,
but I'm not too fond of the guessing game,
oh, I'm not too proud of the things I said,
and I'm not so sure that I'm not dead,

I'm not so sure, what you meant,
when you walked away, when you just went,
I'm not so sure that I can live,
if you won't take the gift that I now give,
I'm not so sure I can hold my own,
with all the sins that I can't atone,
I'm not so sure that I can carry on,
if you're not here, if you are gone,
I'm not so sure that I want this life,
if you're not sure you want to be my wife,
I'm not so sure that I'm not to blame,
but I never liked that guessing game,

I'm not so sure I'm not to blame,
but I'm not too fond of this guessing game,
oh, I'm not too proud of the things I said,
and I'm not so sure that I'm not dead...