I guess the worst part isn’t really how I feel But the fact he doesn’t care to notice how much it hurts He stays immune to my pain until it’s too late He just wants to be friends, there’s nothing else to say on that But I keep holding out hope for the fact that there is some potential... Someday, maybe we can be more than friends. Maybe we’ll own a house with a white picket fence. Perhaps we can get a few dogs, let them run free. In this instance, for you, I’d give you a daughter. Only for you, love—only for you. Someday, maybe we will love Maybe we will stay up all night talking about life Someday, maybe, if I play my cards right, you will ask me to be your wife. They say love is patient, it is kind I have such a hard time keeping this thought alive. All I want is you, right now I don’t know how to keep my hurt to myself. But perhaps, Maybe someday, My wish will come true.