Sometimes I picture your words Frame them inside my head A moment later I turn my gaze, and The canvas is blank again We almost were more than friends In my bedroom I realize I still love you You come to me in so many dreams I can't stand the pain of your memory All the good times, the innocent ones and the thin lines that separate us You and me were more than a controversy I didn't see a number But that's all anyone else can see I might cry forever over those days Cause the canvas has paint again The only way you can stay my friend Stay with me This impossibility