For my Kryptonite

Should I stay or should I go?  If I choose to go, you tell me to stay.  And if I choose to stay, you take me for granted.  Not knowing where I stand is the most painful thing in the world.  You leave me hanging and so dense, I’ve got nowhere to go and don’t know how to take another step.  I wish I could see you behind other people’s eyes and realize I don’t need you after all.