I think.

Storms coming...

 And I don't know If I am ready for it.

The tension had been building,

 And I no longer think I can ignore it.

The winds are rolling, growing.

 I feel all of the pressure within.

Your words are trolling, boiling.

 Can't take that shit personally again...

It's not my fault that your mind perceived

 My words as condescending...

You should mind those flairs 

 Or all of this will soon be ending...

I've never been demeaning,

 I despise that "stupid friend" thing...

That shit was rude as hell

 But I just didn't say anything...

It seems most of the time you can just say anything you like

But if I state my opinion about anything it always starts a fight...

I think

 I think

 I think

 I love you.

I think

 I think I'll stay the night.

Please be patient with my brittle heart,

 I'm trying to do this right...

If you're thinking about leaving,

 Do it quickly, do It right...

Because you're all I ever wanted 

 I never wanted to fight...

I know your world can be unbalanced,

 you're grinding your teeth at night.

Starving yourself of all affection,

 life can be so black and white.