if it does not hurt

i was trying to tell you, i miss you
trying to say, i'm okay but i've changed.
and it's not like i'm sad anymore, it's just that sometimes you stand just out of my reach, right at the doorstep of my bedroom and no matter how many times i say your name, come on in, you don't listen.
i bet on how long you'll stay there before going away for good,
there's little time left
if you come inside, i won't ever be able to leave