Friends.

Tonight, I asked for you back. I told you how much I really loved you. I said how I thought you were the prettiest girl on the planet. And that I wish I could have kept you.

AND IT WAS ALL IN VAIN.

You brushed the topic off like it was nothing. I apologized for saying I need you, and all you say is that it's okay, with a friendly smile.

You don't realize what I NEED TO HEAR YOU SAY.

I need you to say you love me too.
And that you want me just the same.

Today we threw coins into a fountain at the mall.

I couldn't tell you what my wish was, for it will never come true if I do.

But when you tossed yours into the water, I kind of hoped you'd wished for me.

I said you've probably moved on by now, and all you say is you haven't. Because I'm a great friend.

Now don't get me wrong, my love, I appreciate the praise, but it hurts my heart to hear you call me nothing but a friend.

I love being your friend. But the way you taunt me with your amazing body and personality, and how you let me carry you on my back, makes me feel ecstatic.

For a second...

Cause then I realize that you don't see that the way I do.

And it's like that part in toy story 2.

Where woody feels forgotten, and falls backwards into the dark hole of the trash can, and ends up with the rest of andy's broken toys.

That's how I feel when you say we're friends.

Like the rest of your broken toys.