Dormant I Await For His Love To Warm My Frigid Heart,
Ravenous I Prowl His Mind As He Rules Over My Own,
Everyday I Ache Just A Little Bit More, For I've Failed To
Win Him Over, Time After Time, Being So Close--Yet Too Far,
And As I Trudge Closer To His Soul I Feel Just A Bit More Empty,
Under The Influence Of My Own Wanting I Am Battered,
Muttering To Myself, "Why Do You Keep Playing The Game?"
Numerous Of Others Have Fell Into And Lost By The First Round,
Danger Signs Have Not Steered Me Away, I've Been Getting Even Closer,
Searing Pains In My Chest Have Left Me No Option But To Carry
On--Thinking Getting So Close To His Soul Will Relieve My Own,
Nevertheless, Deep Down I Feel Sad, For It's Real Tough Being In Love

*Especially With Your Best Friend