I wish I was having as much fun
I wish he had more time for me
His heart is still hers, isn’t it?
He still texts her everyday
Her fingerprints are still covering his heart
She will thank me when he returns to her arms
Because he found what he needed in someone else
But he finally came back, as if she were his lighthouse when he was lost at sea
Or is this all a delusion?
These days I cannot tell the difference between dream and awake
For it is a dream being by his side
But it feels as though he will leave me vacant
In my dreams he leaves for her
But I am too afraid to tell him that I am afraid
And here he is playing games as I fall apart
If loving him is the last thing I do, let me go