I keep pacing through my mind
I keep thinking of what we could be
I wonder who I could find
What will I see?

Oh great, all I found are feelings
Just another thing to ruin my nights
Take me away, give me wings
And then make me lose these fights.

No one sees my face behind closed doors
They’re focused on their chances
But to me; they’re simple little ******
Doing their girly, fake little prances

That pretty much describes my life
Just a jar of broken dreams
My happiness hit with a knife
Stuck in one big friendzone, it seems