So What Am I?
So what am I?
You say we'll get together one day.
That day comes, and there I stand,
waiting for your call,
looking out my window,
my stomach filled with butterflies,
my smile that won't fade,
my thoughts of you and me,
holding each other tight for endless hours.
The whole house falls silent.
No ring.
No knock.
So what am I?
I'll tell you what I am.
I'm stubborn.
I wait there for hours,
hoping I'll feel you close to me.
I'm naive.
I tell myself you must be in traffic,
you must have delays.
I'm confused.
You sound so enthusiastic... so sincere.
You do love me, right?
I'm hurt.
Once again you've let me down.
I'm in love,
The reason why I still remain at your side.
So what am I?
Perhaps I am asking myself the wrong question.
I know what I am... I've known all along.
But what am I to you?