He's laughing with me instead of to me. He's talking to her and smiling while doing it.
That special je-ne-sais-quoi-smile that I love so much, is he giving to her more than to anyone else.
And I can't even hate him for it.
He's giving away his stupid sarcasm and she's laughing about it completely fake.
And I know you cannot even compare u in one single thing, but I still hope that one day he'll figure out that I' real, and she's not.
That I love you because I want you, and she loves you because she needs you.
And I like you, I really do. But I don't know if that really helps.
'Cause it's not the real you. And you know why? Because you're only you when you're with her.
And that hurts more than it should.