The problem with him is
He's not you
The problem is
I don't love him
The way I love you,
Or at all for that matter
The problem is
I don't want to
Hug him or kiss him
The way I want to
Hug and kiss you
The problem is
He knows
I'm in love with you
That no matter what
I can't erase how I feel
The problem is
That he doesn't
Match me
Or move me to tears
With his presence
And he doesn't inspire me
The problem with him
And with every man
I will ever meet
Is that *They're not you