Once there were two poor souls looking for a friend,
In whom which she can confide, with whom he can have fun
He was living the moment because of her
But she was present there because of him

I was feeling and felling for you,
But you weren't able to have it,
We met many times and have some fun,
And we eat at others on the same tryst.

I was digging in deeper,
But you were barely scratching the surface,
Yes we were crying and yelling at the same time,
But still she thought, maybe, I was lying

He never understood and probably never will,
Why she looked she never will be there to be with
She kept speaking just her heart out but he wasn't clear,
Was he on a tryst? Or was it just a friendly affair