My Best Friend and my lover won't get along, They talk bad about each other and I think its all wrong
I Can't get rid of neither one because my love for them is Strong, If i lay one before the other then the other will choose to be gone
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS
My mornings I only think about how I could make things better, The problem to you may seem light as a feather
My Evenings are long and blanked out, My mind tells me one thing and my consents tells me another
My nights are only thought about speaking to my lover and when i finally get in touch i think about working it out with my friends, But something tells me their alright but something tells me they need to be told only the right And in the mornings it starts all over again and it makes me so depressed and sad that it i can't get it off my chest but even though i told you a lot of details still
