Calling him mine felt wrong,
But saying I'm his didn't.
Making fool of him came natural,
Loving him right was hard.
Segregating love for him was easy,
Apprising him of it was difficult.
Making a joke of it was fine,
Proving it otherwise was tough.
Can't you look into my eyes and see it,
Can't you look at my smile and feel it,
Yes, I say that I do hate you, but
Can't you see the way I lie about it.
