These Passing Days

I know that this will probably sound cliche,
But not much about me does,
I try to be everything you want,
But I worry too much, and I'm not very tall.

These passing days are so great, but also rough.
The joy comes and goes, and I'm not very tough.
Underneath the surface, it's different.
I seem weak and I seem fragile, but I just need to be reassured.

And sometimes, the only feeling I get around you is anguish,
And it feels so wrong, it feels so wrong.
How can I make it right?

I walk alone in the rain and the cold and I know
That I might never have you to myself,
And I hate it,
To be with you if you're not really there.

Wondering what I could be doing
Differently,
Remembering all the things I'm doing wrong
Hasn't made me feel this sad in so long.

But the elation I feel when your hand wraps around mine
Will keep me coming back, coming back.
Nothing you do will keep me away forever.

It's strange, really, how much I have changed,
And I had never been so much myself
Until you came along.
No matter what, I'll always end up by your side.