Fat, skinny, poor, rich,
Does it matter when your in a twist?
Your stomach doing backflips,
This feeling in your heart.
Oh the wish you'll never part,
But know as you want,
As much as you need,
As much as you can't.
The signals that I read,
That I read,
And perhaps said.
Did I talk too much?
Am I being too loud?
Maybe how I want him to love me dead.
But even with these thoughts inside my head,
The gentle smile and laughs I've made.
And in his words only...
"She's just my friend."
