Each and every day you're beside me here
We are best friends, so of course it makes sense.
Trouble is, I'm tense whenever you're near
I watch you, and wonder how you're so dense
That you don't see the longing in my eyes
How much longer can I keep this secret?
Would our friendship be steeped in regret?
All these question I cannot answer well
And each torments me ev'ry single hour
I love you, Pads, and wish that I could tell
How I want to give many a flower.
I'm unable to tear my gaze away
I truly wish I could ask you to stay.