It's likened to a valley
A cloud of all mysterious dreams hidden from family

Secret mixtapes you've kept in the closet
Finding yourself in those times you almost lost it
A song of pretty faces and t-shirt flowers
Wearing out time in the smell of ill intentions
Sickening secret lovey-dovey emotions
—sometimes feeling so reckless

Biting the dust of ***** talk after ten
Pretending if we're still talking as just friends
Preparing perfect conversation in your head
Hoping the other admits their feelings:
"can't we be more than friends"

Worrying more over wellbeing, than self being
A touchy hand of holding your feelings
Of being crushed by time, over your crush in secret
Giving pieces of love advice; leaving you in pieces

When friends fall in love
It's either a relationship with a perfect start
Or a loss of a friendship, that breaks your heart.