I want my cake
I told you I cant do this anymore. I cant be "this kind of friend" but the alternative is killing me.
I want to be the one having beers with you after uni and the one you are calling beautiful.
As much as you say "we are fine" I dont believe you. I think it hurt you to see me with another guy as much as it kills me to know you're calling other girls (but never me) beautiful. However this dance is growing old and the steps are tiresome.
Why cant this just work.
I want my cake and to eat it.
I want to be the one having beers with you after uni and the one you are calling beautiful.
As much as you say "we are fine" I dont believe you. I think it hurt you to see me with another guy as much as it kills me to know you're calling other girls (but never me) beautiful. However this dance is growing old and the steps are tiresome.
Why cant this just work.
I want my cake and to eat it.