My best friend has a girlfriend,
But I’m in love with him.
He loves me, too, but if she knew,
She’d break up with him.

She breaks his heart and he breaks mine,
It’s not his fault, he doesn’t try.
Yet every time I hear her name
(Yeah, I know, it’s really lame),
I just want to break down and cry.

When we’re alone he treats me as though I am his princess.
It’s like our hearts are beating a little slower, a little easier - less and less.

But this is not a poem of sadness,
Living without him would simply be madness.
He may be in a relationship,
But of his heart I have ownership.
He is mine and I am his,
I can live my whole life like this.