friendzone
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Frivolous, and yet I'm strategic when I play chess,Trying to be honest and I'd be lying if I saidI'm oblivious and wasn't thinking of what happens next,I'm always looking a few moves ahead...
My bestfriend thinks this is a myth,
-didn't really have the heart to tell her that it's real,
and that I've experienced it.
I mean,
I guess I kind of told her,
Except to me
It's already messed up
We're already different
Than before we started talking
So don't silence
What you wish not to hear
That brings the feelings more to the surface
Not a cloud in the sky
Thunderstorms in my mind
I was thinking how they say love is blind
'Cause she was a dime. Wanted her to be mine.
But I'm just to average
So she took advantage
I told you I loved you
But you thought I was untrue
Then you lost your composure
And that’s how I knew our friendship was over
& the time begins when I start missing you.
It really can't be a crime.
We're just friends anyway.
I applaud you for obtaining
a love interest other than me.
Asking again
"What do you think?"
"What color does she prefer
blue, purple, or pink?"
"Am I too short, too weird, my thoughts abstract?"
I don't even know why you ask me that.
You speak of this place like it’s tangible
Like it’s the second layer of hell
A ridiculous concept
But resonate of the truth
It was so sudden, so crazy at first.
I was too insane to think.
I just did it, who wouldn’t?
I just had to connect to the link.
My mind started spinning,
My stomach started reeling,
Do you know how it feels to be not scared?
I do
I know what it's like to so sure
Of something it hurts
So be not scared with me
Let's be fearless together
How close can you go without saying to someone,
All the things you keep bottled up inside,
Your true thoughts,
How you really feel,
How close can you go without saying it?
I don't know why I feel the way I do
I just do
I know you are fine with that
But I am not
You know me in and out
Down to the last detail
That’s how you knew I was talking about you
My lover for her flows like blood when I'm Cut
To see her my heart pounds as blacksmith's work
For her i'd givit'll up and live in a hut
I would howl like a wolf to see her smirk
No two stories are the same
Even the ones with alike names
Now here’s the story of a girl
Who met a boy and changed his world
They met on Facebook, yes that’s right
They met that day and talked all night
