Yes, perhaps, she'll kiss and hug you,
But do you think she'll really love you?
You tell yourself that she's the one,
To hide the monster you've become.
And all the words you said to me,
Just seem to mark the end to me.
You tell yourself to think of her,
But dreams of me, they still occur.
So what am I supposed to do?
If I can't get this close to you?
You tell yourself, it's taking time,
You still can't get me off your mind.
And when you're standing right beside me,
And also knowing that you lied to me,
The look I give you makes you see,
It's time to tell- is it her or me?