From morning to night br We either talk or text br Never truly running out br Of anything to say br Sometimes I just want to part br When we hang up for the day br A friend he is br Only I wish to be his br This, I believe, he might know br My feelings are definitely up for show br br At home, things aren’t quite br As they seem br Sometimes it’s all too difficult br To deal with, or understand br But then that’s life br And always when he calls br There’s my smile br As bright as the sun shines br br To my friends, they think br Either I’m in love or insane br In Love? That I doubt, but just maybe. br Say I’m insane? I guess I could be br I suppose I should be br If I ever thought that I could be br Just possibly, in love with he br Though I know that’d be foolish of me br br Confused I am, but worried I’m not br For which ever it may be br I know I’ll be as silent as I can be br Only Cuz I know, or at least somewhat sure br Even if I am, he loves another, that’s not me br In fact I’m sure that we’re very different indeed. br br So here I sit as I write this br Dreaming of just one kiss br Isn’t it always what you want br That you can never truly have? br So a friend he is br Though I want more, friends I’ll take br And hope for my own sake br That someday, I’ll be able br To see him in a friend’s way.