First t'was with one,
And then with another
Those for whom I care deeply
Bear not feelings towards me
But for a close friend,
A best friend.
I sit here quietly listening
To the stories all too familiar
For I have heard them all before
And now I do wonder
When it will be my turn
To hold the one that I hold dear.
Until that time
I sit here quietly listening,
To the stories that are all too familiar
For I have heard them all before.