Just Friends

There are days
Days where I wonder if sorry is a real thing
Days when I wonder how I am going to get by
But then I see him
My worries fade away
The dilemnas of today become the problems of tomorrow
And I am truly, pathetically, genuinely happy

There are nights
Nights where I feel as though I could fly
Nights when I know the possiblities are endless
But then I dream of him
My world comes crumbling down around me
And I feel I may die of sadness
Because I am forced
To finally admit
That we are
Always have been, always will be
Just friends