Izobelle Pulgo - Best Friends

I talked to my best friend
Told her I like this guy
She had nothing but good words to lend
She didn't even ask why.

The guy I like, I know his name
But never got a chance to talk
I guess for this I am to blame,
Around him, I'm nothing but a silent book.

How I wish I could say
What I really feel inside
Then maybe he could finally see
Everything all this time I've been trying to hide.

I was clueless, I was naive
Nothing but dreams of us together
Sad stories and lost love, I never believe
I only had my heart set on forever.

But fate is cruel
As it plays with the heart
Broken swords in a senseless duel
Is this why they call life an art?

A friend against a friend,
That's what we've become.
When fate decided our friendship has to end,
We became each other's hindrances to overcome.

Why does it have to be
The guy I like didn't fall for me
And of all the girls he could have loved
He fell for my bestfriend.

Izobelle Pulgo

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