You

Everything you do makes me smile, makes me smile, makes me blush, makes me wish.
Everything you do shows me you care, shows how little she really means to you, shows what you know should be there.
Everything you do forces me to realize, forces me to wish and dream, forces me to be sick of you and your games.
Everything you say hurts me, makes me laugh, and makes me mad.
You are everything to me and nothing to her.
I'm the one you stare at, do you even notice her?
You keep me here waiting like a puppeteer plays his puppets, but I'm sick of the game.
It hurts me now more than ever to leave, I feel like I'm closest to having you now, but I can't be your back-up plan anymore, and I obviously don't mean as much to you as she does.
I can't wish you bad things, I can only wish you happiness, and hope that someday, someday, I'll be the one you care so much about.