Once again, I find myself trying to be okay with the fact that we're just friends, but then you grab my hand and then, well, I'm not okay, I'm floating.

I would wait till forever just so we could be together. If only you weren't so blind to see, how much you truly mean to me.

I wonder if you think of me half as much as I think about you.

When you thought I was in love with her, you were so wrong, baby, I was loving you.

I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day.

When she's around, my whole body knows it. I'll keep talking and stuff, but my mind will have no idea what I'm saying, I keep wondering if there's a term for this.