Childhood friend

Why do i love him

being around him only makes me grim

I have loved him through the ins and outs of time

I love him to the point it's a crime

He's the orange juice I'm the syrup

I'm the formaldehyde hes the large gulp

I'm the water He's the oil

This feeling of love should have spoiled

But when i see his smile i feel my heart race

When he talks I find myself going his pace

He doesn't love me this i already know

I have tried to freeze my heart over with snow

but it never works i need to hear his voice

i am in love with him without a choice

but i am trapped into being his friend

without ever bringing this love to an end

Without him i feel cold with him I'm hot

being around him has my nerves shot

he's oh so charming and debonair

i wish he was a scarf for me to wear

the beauty of his skin the melody of his laugh

i wont forgive anyone who speaks trash

hes the milk to my coffee the honey to my bees

the only one who can buckle my knees

hes the light to my darkness the warmth to my cold

this is a story that has already been told

I will continue being his friend for i don't have a choice

I wish I could admit my love but i cant find the voice

Why do i love him

being around him only makes me grim

I have loved him through the ins and outs of time

i love him to the point it should be a crime

If only i was lend a hand

or better yet i wasn't his childhood friend

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