I love a woman
who will never love me.
She has it all planned out
and so does "he".
That I'm so far from her
and that it can never be.
I can only sulk and
clench my teeth.
She is the one i love,
she drives me crazy.
I look at her now
and i feel sour.
I'm not "him".
I'm not "Mr. Perfect".
I'm just me.