*Uncertain _
And I guess I’m uncertain about everything.
From whom you are, to what you’re like.
The way you smell and what’s your fight.
They say you like me as much as I like you.
But what we should remember is it takes two.
Uncertain thoughts going through my mind…
Maybe I shouldn’t…but it’s worth a try.
I’ve never had to do this before, so I guess I’m afraid.
I don’t want to end up broken hearted or better yet played.
If you really like me, tell it to me straight.
Don’t tell it to your friends like in the fifth grade.
I’m uncertain…in case you didn’t know.
It’s not that I’m not interested, but we’re moving too slow.
People who see us think we’re so cute.
But if we went out, wouldn’t it be true?
I guess we could start with a hey in the halls.
Or cut to the chase if you don’t like to stall.
I think it’d be better if we were first friends.
That way our love won’t be pretend.
But…I heard you moved on…my fault I guess.
But I didn’t really know you so I’m not gonna stress.
But maybe, just maybe, we can still be friends…
There I go sounding uncertain again…