I have something to say.
Screw you.
You haven't said anything mean,
but I can tell, you don't care about me.

It was only her and always has been.
Friendship doesn't matter, does it?
To you, love is what makes life count.
And it does, but not when you waste it on one person.

You have thrown everything at her feet,
I would have gladly picked it up for you,
but you have continued your infatuation.
You haven't even considered my love for you.

(It's only the love of friendship, but it should be enough, all the same.)