I’m thankful that your my friend
You seems so happy when your with me
In my simple jokes, I could make you laugh
But every time I see you
having a connection with her
I get mad, so tell me now  I’m that selfish?
I don’t want you near to her
I want you to be my best friend
I want you to stay away from her
She leave you, and I’m still here.
And finally in that Christmas eve
You told me I’m your Best Friend
Tears started to fall
I’m so happy that you finally notice my worth
But in the other half of my mind
I’m not happy, because thoughts starting to enter
What if your former friend did not really leave you
Would you ever notice me?
Would you still call me your Best Friend?
I guess it really happen in a mysterious way
God choose me to be with you
God choose you be my friend
I want you to be my Best Friend
But I guess not now, not now.
You and me, its a gift
A gift of friend.