Put your shield down the war is won...you are no more to me now than a Hated Desire. A desire to hold you, to love, to kiss you and feel that passion. I don't want to like you as more than a friend...but that's what it keeps on going back to. I hate that we can't just be friends because of the feelings we've had. You look at her the way you never looked at me. I guess it's really over. So turn around and walk to her. If ever you break up and need a girl for that moment...just look back and remember me...remember my face...cause I won't be there! I'm not waiting it's your turn to miss me!
