She's not me.
She's not me.
I dream as I look at the sky,
I wonder, I still wonder why.
How did it happen, this sweet affair.
That was so horrible, something I couldn't bare.
She's not me, I whisper.
And I'm not her.
My hands start to quiver.
Wondering if you care.
I feel the emptiness
one I've never felt before.
How could I ever feel this loneliness?
Is it a part of Love's lore?
She's not me, I whisper.
And I wish to be her.
But she's not me, I shiver.
And you only care for her.
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