Sometimes the way you look at me,
Looks like you are in love,
That look my friend, would tell it all...
'Cept its not me you thinking of...
There are times when I make you laugh,
You smile, or blush, or sigh...
And though its her you like,
I can't help but wonder why...
And then there's times I wonder why,
When in me you confide,
But it kills me to hear how good,
She makes you feel inside...
Sometimes your in my daydreams,
And I wish they would come true,
And I wonder if you,
Ever have those daydreams too...
And though I search for answers,
On my promise you can depend,
Although what I feel for you is love,
I'll always be your friend...
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