We're best friends you and me, and thats all we'll ever be.
What once was mine and now is done, is setting like the morning sun.
I dont know why i liked u so, but somehow u seemed to glow.
Maybe it was the gentle, touch of your hand, or us playing in the sand. Your smile or your awsome glance, the way i was in such a trance. That bubbly, butterfly feeling i got when we fooled around.
If it wern't for you, i'd be looking at the ground.
I dont know how to thank you, or even what to say.
All i can think about is your warm embrace, the gentle touch and that dam smile on your face.
It will never go away, yet it will not always be my day.
Hair blowing in the breeze, the swish swish of the trees, summer heat and ur o so sweet.
Sweeter than candy, sweeter than pine, oh how i wish that you were mine.
I guess i was a phase, some beautiful little girl, all u wanted was to give me a whirl.
Now time has passed, and i am gone, just some fling, some camp lover to you.
I was stupid, an idiot to think it cud be more, but there you went, out the dam flipping door.
Dinner was fun, so were you.
I was hoping you would love me too.
Make your wish, get one last kiss, and tell me what you make of this. We're best friends you and me, and thats what we'll always be! ! !
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