He's holding your hand,
But he loves her,
Not you.
He's kissing your lips,
But he's thinking of her,
Not you.
He's comforting you as you cry,
He wishes it were her,
Not you.
He's laughing with you,
Cause you're here,
She's not.
You convince yourself that that's enough to make him
Love you,
Not her.
But he doesn't.
You're not her.