it won't ever be the same ,huh

Looking at you. Looking at you. Craving warmth , The same warmth he once gave me , Craving the feeling of being wanted and genuinely loved , I wonder if I had value to you. I suspect that I was only there when you ran from her arms into mine. Do you see her in my eyes? Do you look for her in my smile? Do you mistake my name for hers? Do you want me to be more like her? Some nights I wonder if you even love me at all , or am I just another girl? Another fuck buddy. Another "friend" Yet I lack the self respect to be able to leave I'll play with you , and let you win Every Single Time. Because, Unfortunately I love you more than you love me. Oh well.