I’ve asked it before, I’ll ask it again
What does she have that I don’t?
I know I’m not perfect.
But is SHE perfect? Is she?
She may be perfect in your eyes
And I know that I can never make you love me…
I hate just watching your heart break
Whenever you see her with another guy.
Have you ever thought that
Maybe what you feel is what I feel?
And I don’t know I don’t have the right
To tell you not to keep looking at her
I can only stand on the side
While you suffer.