Standing at my front door,
You lean in for an epic kiss,
It could have been the start of something,
But yet it is the end of this.

You give me one last look,
Your eyes spark as you say bye,
As if you know you will see me next time,
But I am not so sure, am I?

I feel so empty inside.
It’s a sense of grief.
Weighing heavy on my heart,
Everytime you leave.

And when you leave then,
I try to stay happy but I can’t.
Cause you are not my friend,
Yet you are not my man.

Is it because I pour all my love on you?
My heart just seems to run out.
And then I am just alone,
Filled with questions, filled with doubt.

And when you leave, then,
This emptiness, it’s there again,
Cause you are not my friend,
Yet you are not my man.
My struggle is not obvious to you,
I do not think you understand this.
I do not think you are interested.
that it’s always you I miss.

And when you walk out, damn,
With empty hands I stand.
Cause you are not my friend,
Yet you are not my man.

And until the next date then,
in text messages I will just pretend,
Not to care bout you not being my friend,
Not to cry bout you not being my man.