I love you so much,
my friend and once lover.
Oh, how I wish
we could be together!
My heart bleeds to tell you,
my mind screams out: "No!
If you ever did tell her,
then she would GO!
She wouldn't understand!
She couldn't, not ever!"

How could I feel this? Why must I love HER?
We were so happy with how we felt for each-other!

No, that's not true, it was SHE who happy.
Content just being Just Friends with Just Me.
I was in pain, every step of the way,
when she'd come to me,
and then she would say:
"I’ve met a new guy,
come and see, come and see!"
I'd smile, and joke. "I'm happy" I'd play.
"You seem nice, treat her right,
or you'll pay." I would say.

If she's happy, I'm happy,
(for her, can't you see?),
cause I know, deep inside,
she could never love me.
Not for Us, not for We,
it can't ever be.

It's not right, it's not fair.
It's just life, it's just there.
There's no We, There's no Us.
No future, no hope.
No sweet tender moments,
no hurts I can hold.
There's Just Her, And Just Me,
Just Friends. Just Friends.
Forever Just Friends;
Forever The End.