Why do you tell me these things
yes I may be your good friend
yes I've been there
through the break-up
through the fights with friends
through the days you were mad

Why do you tell me these things
you would ask
“Do you like me?”
I finally admitted it
finally said yes
and so did you

Why do you tell me these things
I don't want to hear
about those other girls
you like
two who told you
I only want to be friends
and one well who knows?

Why do you tell me these things
that you're sad because
she only liked you as a friend
never as anything more
and you have no one else to talk to
it seems

Why do you tell me these things
how do you think it makes me feel?
when you know I have feelings
for you
myself

Why do you tell me these things
you're flirty-ness
you making me laugh
the connection you felt too
the first day we met
we knew we would be friends

Why do you tell me these things
I don't want to hear them
if its all just a lie