gewoon gedicht : (hoe ik me soms voel)
maar dit is in't engels, en ik heb geen engelse word verbeteraar, dus let niet op de fouten, je hoeft ze ook niet te zeggen...
why do I feel, what I know I shouldn't feel?
why do I lvoer, what I know I shouldn't love?
My desire is running wild, for someone I know
can it com true? more than just a friend?
It will never be!
but when I drop my desire, and think of what is, instead of what could be...
I don't want it any other way ,
dan you as a best friend to me.