We're friends and it hurts me.
It hurts me because we're just friends.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I'm just a friend.
A friend that supports whatever you want to do.
A friend that can't express what I'm feeling inside.
A friend that is secretly inlove with my friend.
Just a friend.
I know there's nothing special about us. But for me, being your friend and close to you is somehow extra special.
I know there's nothing to be happy about whenever I feel butterflies in my tummy because we're always together. But for me, it feels like heaven being with you.
I know there's nothing to smile whenever you offer me to ride with you going home. But for me, it is an achievement.
I can't help but assume that you also like me.
I can't help but think that you also secretly loving me.
I can't help it.
But I can't also live in fantasy because the reality is here.
Reality that I'm just assuming and overthinking.
Just what I've said. We're just friends. I'm just a friend.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
'Cause I know...
You're happy with other girl. And that girl, is not me, and will never be.
