Oh, god.
Please not this again.
But here we go.

Can we please just talk this out,
through this imaginary friendship of ours that I've made up in my delirious mind.

I want to you stop hating me,
or if you do not hate me, to stop giving me death glares every time I walk by?

You're so beautiful and you have no clue. His sister said you should be a model and I think it's true.

Ugh, how I envy you. How I wish to be even a glimpse of you.
I wish I could be you, but I know it isn't going to happen.
So for now, all I ask of you is to be my friend...
But that will never happen either, for neither of us will give up our stubborness and be the first to say "hello".

But I'll be the one asking over and over again in mind, "Can I be you...? Please...? Or can we be just be friends?"