It's too easy to talk yourself in and out of love, the line between love and hate is way too fragile and thin. That's why it hurts so much when you treat me like I don't exist, maybe that's what makes me reolize that maybe this wasn't meant to end, because I know that you care.. I don't know what to do, I'm lost between two moments and I hate not knowing that if tomorrow I might hold you in my arms again, like I so desire, or if everything I still hang on to will slowly slip through my tiring, bleeding fingers. My time is running short, but as always I won't quit, I'll keep fighting until you tell me to go, it's the only way you can loose me.. So if you don't want me, than tell me so that I can move on, But if you do want me, than tell me so that I can give everything that's yours back to you.