I see you staring, but not at me.
I see you talking, but not with me.
I see you laughing, but not at my jokes.
I see you sitting, but not beside me.
I see you love, but not me.
It breaks, my heart.
It stains, my self-respect.
It doubts, my self-worth.
It hurts, just me, not you.
When will it be that when I try to look at him, he'll already be looking at me?
Oh, how I would do things I never do just for you to feel something, that I'm not just someone, but I'm THE one.
