You call me every night.
You tell me all of your freight.
You talk to me like more than a friend...
but you talk about her.
Why don't you just tell me straight?
What am I to you?
Am I a friend or a sister to you?
You tell me so much yet you treat me like more.
And all you tell me is you love her.
What is it?
Just tell me now.
Is it a real good friendship or just another play?
Tell me already, what is it?
I want to know...
... before this feeling that I have grows to something more...
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