For some crazy reason, she's jealous of me; her eyes like darts on my form.

Is it my silly smile or my artistic ways? But what she doesn't know is, I want her place.

I'd easily take her spot by him,

where she sits, where she lays. Man,

I could be with him in her spot for days.

He sees her hair, hears her laugh, and he sleeps so close;

her name is spoken in his voice.

But she doesn't know I’d give up all I am to be her, in his heart, his only choice.

She guards him fiercely but doesn’t see him as clearly as me.

But she doesn't know I’d trade so much to be.

I walk away, knowing this can't be true, yet still I dream

of being her,
but she doesn't know he's still my everything.