by Paul James
I took each word she said as gospel truth
The way a silly little child would
I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth
I was no babe in the wild, wild wood
She didn't mean it
I should have seen it
But now it's too late
I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams
Now it seems
This is how the story ends
She's going to turn me down and say
'Can't we be friends?'
I thought for once it couldn't go wrong
Not for long
I can see the way this ends
She's going to turn me down and say
'Can't we be friends?'
Why should I care
Though she gave me the air?
Why should I cry
Heave a sigh, and wonder why?
I thought I found the gal I could trust
What a bust
This is how the story ends
She's going to turn me down and say
'Can't we be just friends?'
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Can't We Be Friends?
Labels: rejection, Standard, unrequited
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