I hate how you treat me
Like I’m already yours
I’m not and you don’t want me
To be with you
So what can I do?
If we can’t be friends,
What can we be?
Choose your answer carefully.
You have always known that I
I have wanted more from this.
Wiping an eyelash from my cheek
You tell me to make a wish
My freckled lips,
They wish for you.
