Sweet little texts being sent to her, not me.
Phone conversations I wish were ours.
You holding her, she is as pretty as can be.
What makes her so much better...
Hugs and kisses, smiles only she will receive.
I can't stand it, jealousy rushes to me.
Stopping myself, I choose to leave.
When will I be your special someone?
Trying to forget, but it's written all over my face.
I want you....
Look anywhere, my feelings spread all over the place.
Why don't you want me?
Stares that last forever, secrets whispered in her ear.
I stop myself from crying...
Sweetie, I need you, but you're never here,
All I want to know is, when will it be me?
