When I sit with you in that room.
And you're rubbing you're feet on mine.
I actually believe that you could be mine.
That everything is fine.
Then you say you don't love me.
And I wonder if i'll ever be.

I can't look you in the eyes....becuase I'm scared that you will actually see my heart breaking.

I tried to be everything that you wanted...
But I mean, how was I suppose to know that you wanted my best friend?