If only I can be honest,
I'd say, I like you still.
Nonetheless, as promised,
'bout my heart, I'd never spill.

I just couldn't be real,
and tell you how I really feel.
I'm scared not of rejection,
but our friendship's destruction.

For a millionth time, I did,
I've told myself no.
However, the more I hid,
the more it only show.

I...