I want you to be happy but why does it hurt so much to see you happy with someone else It hurts seeing you look at her with loving eyes because I know you'll never look at me the same way. Those looks, smiles and touches will never be mine because I'm just the friend on the side line
It ***** because I know we'll never be more then just friends.
She was always saught after by the other guys, with her long, dark hair and beautifully dark eyes They were always checkin' out her wide hips and lean thighs Everything about her body was just at that right size, but, to her life, all those guys were inferior All they cared about was checkin' out her exterior, but I became superior by checkin' out her interior Once I saw how she was I had no more fear of her Once I got into her brain I saw a personality She was smart, funny, polite, full of originality Not long after that we became good friends, but every chance that I got the rules I would bend I had strong feelings for her, but did she have the same for me? Was I even prepared for the pain she could bring? I'll never know because I'm too shy to ask, but I'm happy being her friend for as long as it'll last