what I think of Joe.
Sometimes like a brother,
sometimes like a boyfriend.
All I know is I trust him.
He has always stood by me,
Trying to protect me.
I don't know if it's they were signals,
Or just friendly gestures.
Well I will wait for him to make the first move,
Instead of rushing in.
'Cause I might end up scaring him away,
Ruining our only chance.
I always imagined us together,
And maybe it may come true.
Now I'll wait
Though it's hard,
But it is what I do.
I think I like him,
Maybe more than I thought.