The hopeful glimmer in your eyes,
hoping he will recognize.
The way you smile just for him,
knowing deep down the chance is slim.
He will never see past your face,
the scars you bear cannot all be traced.
You sit and mope, ask me what you should do,
I'd tell you in a heartbeat, if only I knew.
I can tell you both live different life's,
one who shines the other in strife.
You say that you don't really care,
that he hardly notices you're ever there.
I know you're lying and so do you,
but it's not my place to tell you what to do.
To get over him and clear your mind,
is a solution I believe you will never find.
You're my friend and I will always be here,
to dry your eyes and offer an ear.
Sitting there and watching you fall apart,
is weighing heavily on my heart.
He is always on your mind and your pride is forgone.
I think it's time to just move on.