He doesn’t realize that
every time he mentions her,
I get this awful feeling inside.
He doesn’t realize that
every time he holds her,
I think “she has my whole world.”
He doesn’t realize that
every time I talk to her,
I am angry, because she should be undeserving.
He doesn’t realize that
every time he says “I love you” to her,
I want to break down crying.
He doesn’t realize that
every time he brags about her,
I put on my fake smile.
He doesn’t realize that
every time he talks about her,
I see that look of love in his eyes.
He doesn’t realize that
every time he asks me “are you okay?”
I lie to him so he can be happy with her.
He doesn’t realize that
every time he looks at her,
I see the goofy smile spread across his face.
He doesn’t realize that
every time I see him
I love him more.