Cry
I cry everytime I think of it,
The day you told me your getting a girlfriend.
I was too late,
Telling you how I really felt.
Every time I talk to you,
I have butterflies.
I feel so lucky just to talk to you,
And I'm grateful your my friend.
What if I had told you earlier,
Could we have been more than friends.
I'm mad at myself for being so nervous,
Why couldn't I just tell you.
And now it's too late,
Too late for me.
I think about you everyday,
God I miss talking to you.
Since that day you told me,
My life has been dark and gray.
The day you told me your getting a girlfriend.
I was too late,
Telling you how I really felt.
Every time I talk to you,
I have butterflies.
I feel so lucky just to talk to you,
And I'm grateful your my friend.
What if I had told you earlier,
Could we have been more than friends.
I'm mad at myself for being so nervous,
Why couldn't I just tell you.
And now it's too late,
Too late for me.
I think about you everyday,
God I miss talking to you.
Since that day you told me,
My life has been dark and gray.
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