My heart aches for your love
My lips beg to brush against yours
My hands are dying to hold onto yours
And my eyes can't help but search for you
Yet my heart aches when I see you with another
My lips are sealed when I have a chance to talk to you
My hands are always clapsed together
And my eyes cannot meet yours for even a second
What would you do if I told you how I felt?
Would you hold onto me and tell me you love me?
Would you brush your soft lips gently against my own?
And would you look into my eyes and simply smile at me?
Or would you tell me the painful truth...
The truth that you did not love me
That I was nothing more then a friend
That I was simply not your type...
