Hopeless Romance

Today was just another day, just another chance,
just another possibility, for our hopelessly, hopeless romance.

You are my best friend, but I truly love you,
but telling you how I feel, is something I can't do.

Well, I heard a ring this morning, and I picked up the phone.
It was you.. You were crying, and you didn't want to be alone.

So I got in my car, drove to your house, and quickly picked you up.
And we went far away, far from society, so we could talk about some stuff.

We sat and talked about your boyfriend and how he had just left you.
If you were mine, that would be something that I would never, ever do.

I tell you that everything will be all right,
That I'll always be there for you, all day, all night.

I hug you, and comfort you, and let you cry on my shoulder.
I know that I'd love you more, as we get older, and older.

I think to myself, that this is it. I'm ready to take a risk.
I'm ready to confess my love for you. I'm ready to do this.

For today, IS another day, and this IS another chance.
It IS another possibility for our hopelessly, hopeless romance.

I quickly think and try to talk, and begin to slowly mutter.
Those sweet, sweet words, are hard for me to say, and it comes out as just a stutter.

But you suddenly kiss me, and tell me you love me, and that I'll always be your one true friend.
I cry on the inside, but fake a laugh, and say yes, that is it, until the very end.

I drive you home, but I was deeply heartbroken, but still very glad,
because I was able to help you out, and that you were okay, and no longer feeling sad.

At night, I cry to myself, under my blankets, hidden in my room.
I want to see you again, and tell you I love you, even better if soon.

I cry all night, because I hate it.. that I just can't say those words.
Whenever I miss, every single chance, It always cuts.. It always hurts.

But I try not to worry.. No.. Never worry.
For the future and love, is always blurry.

And there will always be another day, and there will always be another chance.
There will always be another possibility, for our hopelessly hopeless romance.