Here's looking at you friendo;
The only one who knows
And understands what I've gone through,
Yet still can call me an idiot for dwelling in the past 
Truth is we both don't seem to know how to make a relationship last
But that's okay because in our circle of friends, we always have each others' backs.
Through love and heartbreak
I just wanna be there for you
And have you there for me.
But what may be mistaken for friendliness
Is sometimes my feelings desperately screaming and trying to break through the surface of my oblivion.
I have always liked you, but ignored those feelings for a long time.
And when I would get jealous,
Was it obvious?
Who am I kidding?
Seems everyone except you and me could tell, as if we were placed in a box together
Not that I would enjoy being placed in a box with you because it would probably just mean that two of our close friends placed us in there and locked the door so I would confess...
Well I guess now I'm trying to confess.
It probably isn't for the best
But that's why I'm writing this;
If you are to read this, you may never know it's about you.
So they got the confession they wanted, but you have the right to remain unknowing.
I will admire you quietly
And politely,
I ask that you and I remain in...
Oblivion.