Feelings arise,
I stifle them down,
Because each road,
It ends with a frown.
But for one instant,
I'll let myself feel,
What's in my heart,
And I let it be real,
For this one second,
I wont worry,
About how she'll mend,
And I wont be sorry,
For this Time,
I'll pretend you are mine,
I won't act like it's a crime.
I'll pretend it's all fine.
But when morning comes,
Once more I'll hear,
The beat of drums,
That say you were not really here.
It was all in my mind,
And I'll remember you're hers.
A better woman you couldn't find.
Though I'll always be yours,
You'll never see,
what you mean to me,
And never feel love to the same end
As you do for my best friend.
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