You love her.
You told her you loved her.
I can't think,
Things become a blur.
You go on and on about her, as I sit and stare
Pretending everything's alright, pretending I care.
The real truth is bound to come out.
But do I really love her? Am I in doubt?
I truly don't know, I mean how can you tell?
Is it looking at her photos, mesmerized?
Or having this feeling, of hurt inside?
When she brings up the people she feels this for
When I feel the same, maybe even more?
But there's no way I can tell you, maybe not ever,
Because I can't risk our friendship together.