I waited by the phone for you last night.
But the phone never rang.
I talked to myself in the dying light.
As I looked at the rain.
It's funny how things come and go
with the gentle blow of wind.
It seems like yesterday we were going out.
But now, we are just friends.
I still dream about us going out
and how you made me feel.
And I think about us making out.
And if my soul will heal.
I remember, now, that we're just friends.
We can't do that anymore.
But I miss you, I really do.
But I can't ask for more.
I love you, with all of my heart.
More than I did before.
But it wasn't until you left me here
when I realized how much I cared.
I wish we were still together.
But that's more than I will ever dare.