Which One

Some days, I can tell.
It's in your smile, your laugh, your face.
I can tell you want me as well,
so much I want to give up the chase.
There are some, I'm unbalanced.
With her, with me, a deer in the headlights.
My judgment is unharnessed.
Tell me,
What is it you want?
Is it me, or she?
Give me a single clue,
if you want me as bad as I want you.