You're walking with her,
and it kills me.
You're always with her,
and it kills me.
But, how am I suppose to tell you,
how I truly feel deep inside,
when it's you that I want, but can't have.
Sometime's I feel invisible.
But I guess,
I can learn to love you and not have you.
I can learn to not miss you, when I do.
I can learn to be happy for both of you and wish the best for you,
even though deep down it kills me.