I'm sitting here,
Wondering if I should walk over there.
Walk over to tell you,
Tell you that everything is going to be OK.
I take a glance over at you.
You're sitting on the bed,
Crying, crying.
I can't stand it.
I walk out to the kitchen to get a drink.
Now, I stand there thinking,
About what I should do to help you.
I feel my stomach getting tense.
More tense than usual.
I cant stand it any longer.
I have to walk up to you,
Sit down next to you,
And do something to make you feel better.
I walk back into the room,
Your there,
Just sitting,
Remembering,
Thinking of what can happen to you next.
I'm sitting next to you, now, trying,
Just trying to make everything better again.
I feel like I can't,
Until you look up at me with a tear in your eye.
You say "I love you. Why does this have to be me?"
Then I know
That it was me all along that was making you feel this way.
Making you feel like you were nothing,
And making you cry every time I was around.
I put my arm around your shoulder,
Comforting, encouraging, and trying my best.
My feelings are bursting, blowing up, exploding.
It was like I couldnt handle them.
They took control of me
Like I was a ball of yarn a cat was playing with,
Or a cup getting washing in a dishwasher.
You're pushing me away.
Why, why are you pushing me, ME?
I'm trying, trying to make everything better for me, you, us!
Why, just tell me why.
If you understand me,
I will understand you.
Experiencing that moment just makes me want to thank you,
Hug you, kiss you,
For making me change,
Change the way I treat you,
Change the way I love you,
And change the way you love me.
Now, thinking, I want it to be that way.
No, it will be that way.
From now on, I will treat you different,
Love you different,
And you will love me different, more.
Would you do this for me?
I would do this for you.
But would you,
Would you do this for me?
All for me, as of what I am about to do for you?