You should know,
That every time I see you talking about him,
Or see a picture of you kissing him,
I get frustrated.
Because I know who you really are;
You do too.
And I know you love me.

No one else knows about us,
Not the way we really are,
Not the true emotion behind it all.
We're our own kind of crazy,
Because you won't admit the truth to anyone,
Except for me.

So when you're kissing him,
I just hope you can feel the difference.
Because if I recall correctly,
Before that night we spent together,
You claimed you'd never felt more like yourself,
More alive.

I made you see who you really are,
And I know that scared you more than ever.
But I still just don't understand,
Why you keep trying to change,
Complaining every time he hurts you,
Because it's always the same.

Yet you know I'd never hurt you.
You know I'm different than any 'him' you've ever had.
But you keep making the same mistake.
I'm not saying I'm perfect, or even right for you.
But if you really want things to change,
Stop fighting yourself and accept it:
You're in love with a girl.