I wont tell you that I'm in love,
because I'm not so sure,
but I know when you smile at me,
I'm hoping that it's more.
I'm hoping that you're more than just
another friend to me,
I'm hoping that there's more to us
than what we seem to be.

I smile back at you every time
and do you ever feel,
like when we act like we're just friends,
it doesn't quite seem real...
Neither of us seem to know,
what's really going on,
I don't know where we're bound to go
from here, so what's wrong?

I know how much I'm wanting you,
I know how much I care,
but I doubt that you feel the same,
this really isn't fair.
It's not fair that I must wait
I'm not sure that I can.
I mean, I like you, but I hate
not knowing where I stand.