Only Just Friends...

It must be your body, it must be your face or it might have been just the thrill of the chase. I like my life, I enjoy the freedom, but why do I feel like there is something missing? I mean we're friends, right? Nothing more nothing less. When you're around I feel so much pressure on my chest. Why do I wonder how you're day is going and what is this feeling that seems to be growing? Everytime that we talk, i just wished it would never end, but how is this possible, we are only but friends. My heart, my damn heart,it just can't seem to decide, are you a friend or more than a friend of mine? Why do I listen, why do I care? Why do I seek for something that isn't there? Why am I so bothered and why so many questions?Why do I feel that I want your attention? It's like every single day I hope to get a glimpse of your face. I feel i have gone to the Heavens and back while standing in place. You do something to me that I just can't explain. Oh how my heart races when you call out my name. I cannot do this no I cannot go through this again, but why am I so worked up, we're only just friends...right?