Fri(end)s

Sure we can only be friend, but only to pretend that there is an end to this pain in my heart, because I've always loved you from the start. And as I watch you chase after other men I can't pretend that it doesn't irk me, Seeing you happy with someone else hurts me. It's a repeating cycle my heart is beating for you, but you rip it in two. This is love suicide but only for the one side.