My best friends tell me to wait
To always be there for you
Tell me to be patient
That fate will hold true
So I lay alone in bed
Always fighting through to Friday night
With a constant pang in my heart
Knowing I'm not the one for who you write
Always trying to decide to leave or stay
For fear of one of us being hurt
But does the chance that I've been lied to
The chance I've been deceived, really hold that much worth?