You're sweet to her, but you're looking at me,
You're inlove with her yet you show it to me.
I'm here for you, but it's her you want
I shouted to you, still it's her you chant.
I'm already tired of crying; so worn-out of hoping,
exhausted of understanding;and drained of loving.
where and when did I lack?; you didn't love me back.
Was it my childishness? Absence of matureness?
I'm confused with your feelings,
I don't know if you're true or just kidding.
Promise,I'll love you more than Aladdin and Jasmine did,
I'll even say goodnight sweeter than Romeo and Juliet said.
I don't want to sound desperate,
But I still beliveve in power of fate.
With no one else that bothers,
I'm still dreaming for a happily ever after.
I want to know whom the real one is,
Bacause I don't want to be treated dis.
Is it me?
Or Is it she?
