I did my part, now it's your turn.
I hate waiting, I've never been patient.
A part of me knows for a fact that you'll just leave it at this and I'm okey with that.
And another part hopes and wishes that we'll work.
I'm okey with either at this point, as long as you make an effort with the latter.
I won't be able to deal with you if you don't look at me, and if you only give me one word answers, and if you miss important parts of my life.
I've given you the green light, but you've still got to work for me.