Your Own Time

You so predictable, the way you let it fly, upset at my lack of emotion, for the tragedies that pass you by. And is it truly a crime, when only you are in pain's way? For I let it happen to you, cause you let it happen to me, I'm sure you'll realize this, in your own time. I don't mind, really, how you can merely forget, as if there's nothing left to lose, but simply perhaps.. my mind? and, or all the things I have wanted, the things you promised, in your own time. See it;s every time you get it, you want to throw me away, You push, I pull this goes on for at least another three days. But I'm beginning to grow a spine, to guess your cyclical ways, Call it a sign, I want you, or maybe you're just a place to stay. I'm sure I'll know, in your own time. I suppose, I'm not afraid of you now, or the pain your capable of. It's just getting to damn hard to fake it, and I know I don't like to be alone. I cant look at you today, Cause your the part of me, I don't want to see. Or maybe its the empty piece, that needs some filtering, my way to set your hold free.