Is it or No.

Is it too early, please tell me, or is it too late.
You always leave me to just sit here and wait.
Oh how I wish that I could just get you to taste
that feeling of suspense, it isnt that great.
But who's to say that you're not just thinking really hard
and who's to day that you're not just a broken mirror and I'm bound to cut my self with one of the shards.
I hardly ask you to be straight up
Sometimes you talk to me as if you've already given up.
Unless there's something that I just dont know
there's some sort of left behind emotion that you just won't show
So we can't grow
We cannot continue on this way
If it me who you're holding back from we can't try another day
We cannot find a way until you find your way.
Until you can finally say that you're ready.
Then we can both be satisfied.
We'll be able to be happy that at least we tried and at least
we tried to find a way to make repairs inside
but alright, the night is getting long and the morning soon with come.
I'll just keep writing on, give my love, and I'll save you some.
( 1 AM)