What am I to you?

I can only ask the same question, but never hope for the same answer. Because this question will only be heard by my own ears. I'm too afraid to clarify. But you tell me, am I being taken for granted? Is it so difficult? Does it have to be so complicated? I don't think it has to be.

So what are you afraid of? Why keep the distance?

I come up with the excuses for you and yet here I am, still trying to believe them. Maybe I'm just stupid and you know that. That's why you can do what you're doing to me. Because I let you. The day will come when I realize that I can't lie to myself any longer. And that will be the end of it.

I only wonder when will that be. Will it be too late? Because it seems like it's never going to end.