Can we feel like friends,
Can we sit together,
Can we breath in the dew in the air,
As we sit and chat,
About other places?

Can we feel like friends,
Can we still behave,
Can we sustain the sense,
Of things past tense,
The way we acted then?

Can we feel like friends,
Can we believe each other,
When we sit by ourselves,
But we're never alone,
That this is the way we are?

Can we feel like friends,
When we disagree about something,
When you dislike a joke,
When it's a one way relationship,
When you never call?

Can we feel like friends,
When I'm too scared to talk,
Too scared to walk,
Thinking I'm pushing my luck?

Can I feel like a friend,
When you never call,
When you act nice towards me,
But never really talk to me,
Never really treat me like a friend,
But more like someone you know,
Someone you might bump into,
Every now and then,
But only when I call,
Or when I know where you are?

Can you call me a friend?
But most importantly,
Can I call you one?
I'm not quite sure,
Where I stand anymore.

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