You fell in love with the idea of him
You refuse to leave, although it is grim

How everyone sees the red flag
Yet, about him, you brag

He's not that bad, they will come around
How can you say that with such a sad sound

Perhaps it's the fear of finding no other man
No one else... Although, you can

Or, maybe, I'm simply jealous
Much too overzealous

Because while you fell in love with the idea of him
I might have fallen in love with the idea of you