An Open Book

I still like you.

I still love the sweet things you say and I still adore the sound of your voice. I still I think things could have worked out and I'm oblivious to this whole thing. I'm sorry dragging this on and not letting it go but I still think you don't understand how I feel.

My friends say this is a game and I should fight for you but I won't because I know you won't like it.

Some ask me how'd I let you slip away and I have no answer because I don't know.

But life goes on and I guess I should just get over it.

I guess we can be friends now.