A bloodied sword with a golden hilt.
Is love whence its spilt.
Will I miss the old friendship
If I kiss upon the lip
That is if I get permission
love can be fusion or fission
driving away best friends
down the path of bitter ends
In my heart I want to ask and hope
Its my brain that cowers saying nope
I want to feel the shiny glow
I want the truth to shine and show
When I see couples I think
Maybe today I\'ll down an illegal drink
as a way to cope
I think i\'m losing hope
I need to ask
It\'s a biological task
Just friends is a lie
But on the outside, I\'m shy