How was I supposed to know?
I mean I’m not the type of person to do this.
I feel giddy, but yet calm.
I keep telling myself that it is not.
I mean you are you, and I am…well me.
Weird, odd, senile, and slightly ditzy,
Is it Like or Love?
Aimer ou Adorer?
This can’t be happening….not me.
It can never be me.
I don’t have the looks in the books,
And especially not the looks on camera,
But I think I feel something for you.
Maybe it is love…or maybe it’s like.
One thing I do know is that you make me smile.
And I just kill myself trying to make you smile.
Oh forget it, until the time comes,
I just want you around.
I don’t want Like or Love.
Je n’aime pas ou n’adorer pas.
For now I just want you as
My Friend.