wait for me

Patience is a virtue. Its a virtue. Its a virtue to be patient. But I just can't tell you how to love me anymore. I just can't keep hoping your just going to get it. I know I have to just accept you for who you are. but i'm starting to see that waiting for you is like waiting for me. waiting to see if i've had enough. waiting to see if this is still what i want. am i afraid of the break? or more afraid to be without you? You tell me you want me, but I wouldn't know. I try to hold on to things you do when you do something meaningful to show me you care. But they are so far and few between sometimes that at this very moment, I am questioning the love. you tell me you love me but is it out of habit? there is nobody I would rather hold. and its all at the tip of your tongue, and its making me crazy. love doesn't mean anything unless there's something worth fighting for. and its a beautiful war. I keep holding on to hope. wrapped in a little faith. I see destiny among the fog and somewhere in the midst of everything you're still there wanting me. and i'm still here believing you. but give me something. give me something to believe in you. because i am your woman and i need you to be my man.