living a life that i can't leave behind
while every day my confusion grows
i'm waiting for that final moment
you'll say the words that i can't say
why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
i'm not sure what this could mean
i don't think you're what you seem
i do admit to myself
that if i hurt someone else
then i'll never see just what we're meant to be
han thinks i'm falling..in love
there isn't any love, actually.
(or at least, i'm still in denial..)
i know, this's not quite it.
yet, there isn't a better term to label this feeling.
beyond infatuation, more than friends, not merely physical.