You tell me you have a confession,
You say that you can't lie.
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
from the last time I caught butterflies.

You say you're being selfish,
and I stay watching from the sidelines.
I only got that first kiss -
you never really were mine.

So tell me,
How can you miss something
that was never, ever yours?
I can't stand by and watch you;
I can't hold on anymore.

How can you be "friends" with someone
when you never were just friends?
I knew this would never fare well for either of us,
I knew that this was how it would end.

But I can't help my heart
when it misses you
or that I see you still
when I close my eyes.
I can't help my longing,
or my wistful wishing
for your hand when it finds mine.

But my wishes, they're purely ghosts
of moments that never were.
I almost had you, but -
I lost you,
because 'almost'.. isn't enough.