A part of me is fighting this, but a part of me is gone

I sense theres something in the wind
That feels like tragedys at hand
And though Id like to stand by him
Cant shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend

And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think its not to be

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although Id like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesnt last

And will we ever end up together?
no, I think not, its never to become
For I am not the one