I'm not saying we are, but we are.
We share something I can't label.
I honestly don't know what to call this.
I'm just saying, that, we are.
Hate it when when I get jealous,
'Coz it doesnt mean a thing.
I just feel all guilty and shit,
'Coz there's no reason at all.
We would fight and bite our heads off,
But that's us, I guess.
Because at the end of the day it's still us,
Loving, unrequited or not.
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I don't.
But most of the time I wonder,
Are we more than just friends?
All I know is we have loved and that's all.
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