Indecisive,
switching sides again.
First you love me,
then I'm just a friend.
It's hanging,
the thought of you and I,
what we could be, it's changing.
A friend shouldn't feel like this,
wishing for a kiss,
A friend shouldn't beg for you,
Oh help me, what should I do?
I shouldn't pray that one day you will see,
what we could be.
Why must you do this to me?
Indecisive,
quit messing with my head,
all I can feel,
is sorrow and dread.
One day you'll beg for me,
No I won't give up,
More than friends we will be.
