I can't take it,
and I definitely cannot handle it.
From the first pitch at the baseball game,
sitting side-by-side on a picnic blanket,
to calling up the number in my phone and joking around
From the hug at prom, having me spin
and telling my that I look gorgeous,
to calling my name across the room,
only to say that you did better than me.
It says "happy birthday beautiful"
On my wall, but my wall can't take the punches
I don't even know where I stand.
I don't know who we are.
I just want a friend.
I just want to fit in.