She killed me with kindness
now I can't heal myself with a will
my love was only a dream
we could never be more than friends.
I stay up late to think
so I can sleep the days away
every-time I looked at you
you were always looking away
we could never be more than friends
Can I live with all this feeling? The pain is intensely deep
and the one who can relieve really don't care.
So I try to stay busy, can't be all alone with my thoughts
Because I might do something really wrong.
We could never be more than friends.