Sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and call you,
Not for any particular reason, just to hear your voice,
But you’re not mine to talk to.
Sometimes I just want to hold you, lay my head on your chest,
Hear the soft sound of your heartbeat, I don’t need any conversation,
But you’re not mine to be with.
Sometimes I want to go for a walk with you, find out what you’re doing,
Share a joke or a meal or a movie, Spend time with you,
But I know I’m not allowed to.
I know you’re not mine,
but I miss you
and I wish I had you as a friend again.
