I've known them for quite a while,
and many years have passed,
we're always irritating each other,
so it surprises me that we last.
But lately things have changed,
thêm so than they could,
a sadness fills the air,
thêm so than it should.



There's been tension between them,
here there are no lies,
but something bad is going on,
and it's hidden behind their eyes.
I know how they feel about the other,
and I know that they're both true,
but there's been a different feeling forming,
something foreign, something new.



It's a tình yêu that's been progressing,
something that's been left unsaid,
like a silent whisper calling,
hoặc attempting to talk to the dead.
They won't tell each other,
and this saddens me so,
because if they were together,
who knows where they could go.



They could have something,
they may have never had before,
and who knows what else could happen,
who knows what could lay in store.
Their chance is slowly slipping,
slipping right from their grip,
and the thêm they will ignore it,
the thêm their tim, trái tim and soul will rip.



It kills to see them unhappy,
and it hurts thêm to know why,
the real reason why he's slowly killing himself,
and why she gradually continues to cry.
I hate having to stand by,
and watch them suffer every day,
every moment that I'm living,
only puts me in thêm dismay.



My attempts to convince them,
are shot down every time,
they refuse to listen to what I say,
and believe I'm out of line.
They become closer every day,
with every một giây to pass,
he's become thêm interested in her,
at least, thêm so than her ass.



Their blue eyes wrapped in innocence,
latch to each other with guilt,
they know somethings coming,
to break down their tường they built.
They refuse to believe the truth,
which I have been continuing to say,
"if bạn don't say anything now,
who will be at the alter with bạn on that day?"