I sit here

and I can think of the old times.
when I was all you saw,
and You were all mine.

Everytime it seems fixed.
things seem to mess up,
I'm scared I'm lost.
It all seems so uncertain.

I say the things I feel
when I feel I know how to say it.
I never know what to say
and how to say,
or when.
and I'm always questioning the right time.
I just want our time,
to be right everytime.

Time is one of these things.
I sit here and let it pass me by.
but now I realize,
there's no reason why.
And I need to fix that,
and I'm sure one day,
I'll find the reason why.