A Little of Your Time

I feel im being punished
for feelings that i own,
things ive never felt before
at a dept ive never known.

Id love to have you here now
Id love to rant and rave
and demand from you the answers
to the questions my heart craves.

Becuase you, youre not so innocent-
as i pick upon my brain
i'm not the only heart involved
just the one that feels the pain.

The pain of feeling all alone,
just me and words ive shared,
all alone just wondering
if you even really care.

Has the way i feel about you
put a burden on your days?
do you wish i idnt care for you
do you wish i'd go away?

You could have spoken up
yes, you could have let me know.
You should have asked..I go away
a long long time ago.

You should have said it firmly
right from the very start-
or is it that you couldnt
because i'm in your heart?

What is it that i mean to you
if anything at all,
what is it that you cannot say,
why is it that you stall?

it would only take a moment,
a fraction of your day,
or are you scared of what you feel,
scared of what to say.

You know id never hurt you,
so what can you not see;
I'm more hurt you wont say a word
than by what may never be.