I see him across the way
We talk to each other easily
I’m there for him night and day
And well lucky for me he’s gay

I ask his name “It’s John”
I’d be there for him even when I’m gone
I think of a future for him and me
I think of all the things we could be

Then I tell him “ I like you”
I ask if he feels the same “ Kind of”
I think maybe this is love
I question if it’s really true

Then I have to go away
Every night is when I cry
There won’t be an us, not today
I curse the sky and wonder why
I hate that for now it’s the end,
But at least he’s still my friend.