The things we do together just make me want you even more,
But you just are around because I’m a little hor,
When I’m with you every thing’s different,
But I think your feelings for me are indifferent,
Some night’s I’ll just lay in bed and think of you,
But my feelings I can’t construe.
The love we’ve made and the times we’ve spent are coming to and end,
And my broken heart only you can mend.
I know we’ll still be friends,
And hopefully we’ll meet again,
But until that time this is the end,
And all the things you said were just pretend.
