For some strange reason,
I get so jealous when you're with her
When you're happy, having fun
And its not with me.
For some odd reason,
I wish I was the one you adored,
Who you went to for advice,
Who you laid in bed with at night
But strange reasons can be explained, right?
Perhaps I am jealous,
Or maybe a bit selfish
Thirsty for attention and approval, by chance
Or maybe... I just wish that
You loved me as much as you love her