Why do I reach for the unattainable?
Why do I love the things that will never love me back?
Why do I need the things I cannot get?
Why can't I make you see that you mean so much to me?
Why can't I just tell you that you make me happy?
Why can't I tell you that I can't breathe when you're gone?
Why can't I tell you that I think you're perfect?
Why can't I just say that you saved me?
Why can't I just say that I can't last without you?
Why can't I just say it?
Why can't I just tell you, I love you?
Maybe it's because, I know deep down inside,
That I'm nothing to you, I'm just another girl.
I'm just another one of your admirers,
Another star struck broken heart.
And maybe I am. And I hate it.