I'm always thinking about you, but now you're thinking about "her".
I refuse to let you see; I won't let you know how much this hurts.

Like that terrible feeling in my stomach I get when I see you with someone who's not me.
Kissing her lips instead of mine, holding her with tender hands, so loving and gently.

And just like that, I feel like I never mattered; my worth to you has lessened significantly.
Because if I'm that easily replaceable, just how special can I truly be?