But I never know where I stand,
I don't know if you want to be my friend,
Or something much more.
I can't cope with this at the moment,
Fearing when I'll bump into you,
I don't want to be seen as avoiding you,
But spending time with you makes thinks worse.
I wish I could find a way,
In which I can 'fall out' with you,
Or just run away,
If only you knew what I felt inside.
I fear I'm giving you the wrong impression,
That I want to be more than friends,
But I don't and if you don't understand that,
Then I'd rather not be friends at all.