Then i think

I sit here at night
slicing my wrist
my life is just not right
i know i wont be missed

then i think of him
the way he make everything in my life worth while
he doesn't care if your not slim

then i think what the hell
I'm never gonna tell him
it's just to personnel
and he's just a friend

then i start to cry
cuz i want him
more than just a friend

i start to question myself
what would it be like if i told him?
what if he don't feel the same way?
what would it do to our friendship?

i guess I'll never know
cuz I'm never gonna tell him