your move

until I know for sure

exactly what you think

until i feel secure

that i'm jotted down in ink

there's nothing for me to do

it all depends on you

how you feel

what you need

will my absence heal?

or will you falter and bleed?

it's all up to you

tell me your point of view

it's really unfair

the stupid irony

i know i shouldn't care

that i should let go, finally