Not at ease, around her still,
Just to see her, it’s my will,
She knows it now; I love her so,
She knows these feelings, I can’t show.

For he can’t give her,
Love that’s real,
And I can’t tell her,
How to feel.

Unbelieving, black and dark,
His love for her, so bare and stark,
And in the end, the world it falls,
She can’t come or heed my calls.

And he can’t give her,
Love that’s real,
And I can’t tell her,
How to feel.

Here I am, look here, it’s me,
I wish that I, could make her see,
As my friend, she makes me smile,
But I can’t take much more denial.

(And as much as I wish he could…)
He can’t give her,
Love that’s real,
I can’t tell her,
How to feel.

                                              Ktwilight

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