What Do You Want from Me?

Balanced on the edge of where I stood and where I once began The way out wasn't easy through the rain but now I know I can But anxious afternoons and Friday nights consume me anyways And you sleep beneath the stars, and as I play on my guitar I see it now And the darkness of you eyes it wraps me up and pulls me deep within But I couldn't last forever, I couldn't hold my breath waiting for him What is left of me, standing still, hoping for the last? The last memory, the last dream, the last desire how it seems I lost my chance What do you want from me? What do you want from me?