sometimes i wonder why am i always playing the second fiddle, really.
it hurts to know how much you can't open up to me sometimes even though we're together in school everytime.
it looks like every moment with her is some worth treasuring
and with me, it's all granted and there.

only she can make you happy and let your mood go on a roller coaster ride;
but i'm just there like a doll accompanying you; always at your disposal, no feelings.

i don't wish to ask you if you're happier with her or anything anymore; i don't wish to add to your probs...

i really wonder why, oh why.