She's a little dense, Living in her own separate world.
Minding her own business like there's no one else.
I like her, like she is the one.
But I know, I will never be more than a friend.
Sometimes, she gets sad and seeks my company.
Making me feel special like I am at world's end.
I know, I am not the one she wants and will never be.
But I want her with me, even if its a bad symphony.
Its fun being with her, talking with her, chatting with her.
I want her to want me, even if it costs me my time and all my money.
She is special to me but it's not the same for her.
Like this love of mine is a lie and I am a big liar.
Now, I have decided to keep these feelings to myself.
But, I cant help but wonder the possibilities of her being mine and it sets my mind on fire.
