I know you love me
but I know you still love her
And I guess I'm sorry
for what it's worth.

I can never be her
I never even want to try
How can I be so indirectly hurt?
Shaking with sorrow as I cry.

And the only thing left to imagine
is your hand along her thigh.
It slides down her pants and I cringe.
Why do I think these things, why why why

I would surely be a monster
to keep you away
I am just a girl but yours.
My monster wants to play.