I've known them for quite a while,
and many years have passed,
we're always irritating each other,
so it surprises me that we last.
But lately things have changed,
lebih so than they could,
a sadness fills the air,
lebih so than it should.



There's been tension between them,
here there are no lies,
but something bad is going on,
and it's hidden behind their eyes.
I know how they feel about the other,
and I know that they're both true,
but there's been a different feeling forming,
something foreign, something new.



It's a Cinta that's been progressing,
something that's been left unsaid,
like a silent whisper calling,
atau attempting to talk to the dead.
They won't tell each other,
and this saddens me so,
because if they were together,
who knows where they could go.



They could have something,
they may have never had before,
and who knows what else could happen,
who knows what could lay in store.
Their chance is slowly slipping,
slipping right from their grip,
and the lebih they will ignore it,
the lebih their hati, tengah-tengah and soul will rip.



It kills to see them unhappy,
and it hurts lebih to know why,
the real reason why he's slowly killing himself,
and why she gradually continues to cry.
I hate having to stand by,
and watch them suffer every day,
every moment that I'm living,
only puts me in lebih dismay.



My attempts to convince them,
are shot down every time,
they refuse to listen to what I say,
and believe I'm out of line.
They become closer every day,
with every saat to pass,
he's become lebih interested in her,
at least, lebih so than her ass.



Their blue eyes wrapped in innocence,
latch to each other with guilt,
they know somethings coming,
to break down their dinding they built.
They refuse to believe the truth,
which I have been continuing to say,
"if anda don't say anything now,
who will be at the alter with anda on that day?"