Tell me please. Tell me that I'm enough, tell me that you want me to stay for you. I will, if that's what you want, but I need to know, I need to know if you want me. I need to know if I'm here fulfilling an unmade prophecy. I need to know if you don't want me, yet I'm here still in spite of your unspoken words. Tell me please. I can be anything you want me to, I can give you whatever you need. But I can't any longer stand the unknown of you, I can't stand having to convince myself of how you feel, tell me.
And if it's not what I want to hear? I'll go. I'll go now, I leave you to find a person who'll do what I would've and that you can see. I hope, for their sake, you can see everything they'll do for you. I know it's not you being selfish, I know it's not you trying to be rude or ignorant. But I need to know how I am to you. I know how beautiful I am, I need to know if you see it too.
Tell me to go and I will, tell me to stay and I'll try even harder for your attention.
