You say you love me as a friend.
But, how can this be true?
Friends don't feel the way I feel.
Something tells me ... you feel it too.
I think you're afraid of being hurt again.
Do you think I'm like all the rest?
You think I want you for just one thing.
But little do you know...
I accept you for who you are, right now.
And for who you soon will be...
I will wait until your heart shows you...
Just how much you mean to me.
I know your heart is with another
And this is meant to be...
The only thing I ask for...
Is sometimes think of me.