The day I met you I knew you were going to be special.
When I met you I knew I had just met the best friend of my life.
When I met you I knew things were going to be different.
I knew that one day I would start to fall for you.
And I knew that I would try to fight these feelings in an attempt to save our friendship.
But here I am.
Falling for you anyways.
I knew it would hurt.
Because when you fall you always hit something.
But I did it anyway.
And here we are, worse off then when we started.
All because I decided to speak up.

I fell.
And I hit the hard surface of reality.
I mean what was I thinking.
I was never good enough for you.
I'm still not good enough for you.
Now here I am.
The remains of my shattered ego spread out all over this cold, cold concrete floor of reality.
I'm at the bottom.

I knew I would be here after what I had done.
I knew that this would be the price I would pay for feeling.
And I knew that I would wish I had kept my mouth shut.
And I was right.