The Question

How will I know the answer
 If I don't ask the question
 Am I so blind that I can't seem to find
 All the reasons you love me
 Is it too much to ask me
 After the times we've been through
 It's hard to ignore as you head for the door
 Going nowhere for the evening
 Are you with me?
 Or against me?
 Is your heart really in it,
 Or am I the comfort you wanna let go?
 You never really loved me at all.
 I always tried to please you
 You didn't seem to notice
 How can I change if you won't rearrange
 All the pieces to the puzzle
 You'll be the last to love me
 I'll be the first to wonder
 What would you say if you leave me this way
 With no answer to the question
 Are you with me? (Are you with me?)
 Or against me? (Or against me?)
 Is your heart really in it? (Heart really in it?)
 Or am I the comfort you wanna let go?
 You never really loved me at all.