Is it the wat he makes you feel,
When staring in his eyes,
Or is it the way he seems unreal,
Like he doesn't even have to try?

Is it how when you're with him,
The world just seems so right,
Or is it how when life seems dim,
He sparks inside you that light?

Is it the way he has no flaws;
To you he's perfect in every way,
Or is it the way he makes you laugh with no cause,
And how flirty you two always play?

But night comes and makes your angel run astray,
Never will he be back,
And to you life seems so much more gray;
Your heart turns a sickly black.

Was it the way god intended it to be,
Making you unruly, broken;
And all of unhappy,
As his words are maliciously spoken?

Was it the way you never believed,
In yourself, having just cause,
As those lonely nights you greived,
Over love's lack of rules and laws?

He has a way of making you feel,
As though you were walking on air,
But daydreams aren't frickin' real;
He never gave a care.

Wake up and see the way,
That everything truly is,
Your friendship has gone astray;
He didn't value your friendship as you did his.