You think it's easier for me than it is for you. You're wrong. She's my best friend, you love her, you don't know her, I love you, you do know me, you don't care about me, all I care is about you and your little world.
I can't stand this anymore, this fucking situation is pissing me off. I know I'm the one for you and you keep loving her more and more. I know that if you wanted to you could love me as much as you love her. I know that. That's why I'm asking you to be strong and to love someone like me.
I'm not better than her. I'm worse, so much worse. She's more beautiful, she sings better and she's thinner than I am. She even can dance, and I don't. But she's not for you, I am. She doesn't want to be with you all the time, I do. She doesn't care about you, I do. She doesn't think about you, and that's the biggest part of my daily routine. She doesn't love you, I do.
Please, love me do. Otherwise, get the hell out of my head.