Friendship.
When will our friendship end.
When will it die.
I talk you almost every night
And still you slip by.
Every time I talk to you
You take my breath awaye
So why am I standing here e
begging you to stay
There are so many promises that I want to keep
So Many things that seem out of reach
So why
Why is our friendship so intoxicating
Why is my brain always straining
To come up with three words
I love you.
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