He knows who he is

Am i beautiful when i cry
cause it's all you want to see
is that why you tend to lie
because your really breaking me

i found you in my room last night
you were lying on my bed
you gave me a fright
I know you'd rather be with her instead

do you remember meeting my mother
your unforgettable laugh
but when we said we loved each other
it was only coming half

maybe it wasn't love, but lust
i continue to pretend i don't care
i still wonder what could have been "us"
if only we were on the "contrare"