Raz
He's always looking at her,
I'm always looking at him.Of course he doesn't notice,
and I don't say anything.I'm his best friend,
I'm supposed to support him,
encourage him
to go get the girl.No matter how much I love him.
No matter how much pain I feel,
as his heart slips through my grasp.Falling,
D own
Do wn
Dow nInto the embrace of another.
I truly hate this place, it smells like sweat and burnt rubber...