i'm not him
although our names are similar, i suppose?
but we're very different.
one of the things is, he's the apple of your eye
he's there with you
and i'm stuck down here, in another state.
oh how i hope he doesn't take that privilege for granted.
i understand though, what's not to like about him?
what's there to like about me?
i'm not bitter. just upset.
because i was never really "over you"
i wasn't ever really "in love" with you.
i'm in love with the idea of being together though
oh, what a fairy tale!
i'm down here, suffering.
because i don't get the chance to see that lovely face of yours.
i'm not love sick, i'm dying for love.
your love,
oh how sweet it would be.