I still love you, I just don't tell you anymore.
And every time I try, I feel so much worse than before…
“I want to go home” I say, and They say that home is where the heart is, and however much I try to believe them, it doesn't usually end very well.
But for you, I can always tell.
See, it's not that easy. For me at least. I've never been one for much confrontation, we both know this.
In fact, it's so much easier to stay your friend, but we also know that's just as difficult.
The way you look, at me even, I don't know why
You're my best friend and every day, around you, I feel like I can fly.
“Something is wrong with me.”
“He won't stay”
Are all the things I think of
When there isn't much to say.
Now, I know that's not true, it never really has been.
I still love you, I just don't tell you anymore.
But only because I always feel at war.
You know, it's really hard to believe
That one day, someday soon, that you too, will leave.
Now I know this is really cheesy,
Don't get me wrong;
But talking to you just feels so easy.
I don't say much anymore, but when I do….
It's always to respond to you.
