I'm not mad at her,
I'm not the jealous type.
Even though she is my friend,
I envy her.
For you talk about her all the time.
You say you love her,
You Finlay got it right,
But just cant tell her.
And as I sit in this loneliness,
on the other end of the line,
I wish I could cry,
but i know you will hear,
so I sit and wait for you to stop poring your hart out for who you hold dear... For I know you love my friend.
