It's happening again.
The butterflies in my stomach
Are spreading their wings,
And taking flight from within.
Even though we're friends
I don't know if this feeling
Is ever going to end
I want you, and only you

I don't know how to say this
But I'm completely intoxicated
By everything that makes...
Who you are.
The only way i see it

Is to suppress all of these feelings
Put it on a box
And lock it away for safekeeping
Throw the key away
Hoping to forget this infatuation.