Uncertainties (Again)

Sometimes I think if this is still right,
If this is worth keeping,
If this is worth sacrificing.
It tires me to think if you're thinking about me, too.
It bothers me, and I hate it.

Sweet gestures have slowly faded into the background.
Am I expecting for consistency or am I too ambitious to wish for a fairy tail?
Because with the tick of the clock, you slowly change. You've changed. Or did I?

Did I really fall in love with you?
Or was it the efforts that made me like you?
Why am I feeling strange?
Why am I having this weird feeling that this is but a facade,
And that you're just like them -- a white-washed tomb with skeletons inside?
Or is it me?

Just tell me if you wish to end this,
And I'll willingly let you go.
I wish to be certain about many things,
And I hope for you to help me on that.
But you're tired now, and you have no time to notice my struggles.
I have become overly dramatic again, according to you.

So let us just close our eyes and hope tomorrow will be different.