I'm sorry if I'm not being clear,
But it's not yet clear to me.
A million thoughts of you run through my mind,
But I don't know how you feel.
I'm weak beneath your mercy,
And you don't see the power you hold.
You're bruising my strength with your silence,
But I doubt you even know.
I'm subjected to guessing your thoughts of me,
But my doubts stain all optimism.
If you needed me, you'd show it like I do,
But all the times you could have, you didn't.
I don't know how to change your mind,
And even less how to change your heart.
You may never have the courage to tell me anything.
That's just part of who you are.
