One day when it's way too late, you're going to say, " I love you. "
Then when I don't reply, you're going to muster up everyth[ing you have and ask,
"Do you love me?" and you know what I'm going to say, "ii used to love you,
I wish I still did, but you were with all those other girls, and you were way too blind
to see what was right in front of you the whole time. I've dropped you hints,
and I've tried to make it clear, but you never caught on. So right now I'm going
to have to say, we're just friends, like you did to me all those times