Being a Reflection

We used to have something. Something great that I can’t explain. Something that makes me happier than I used to be. But lately, I realize something. I know, for you, I’m just her reflection. The sweet things that you’ve done to me, that’s all fake. You want to treat her like that but you can’t, so you treat me that way. I know you make some girls as her reflection. I wish I can make a difference. But I can’t. I’m being another reflection. I think I’m okay with that. I can deal with it. But I’m not.

I know she must be coming back and you’re gonna leave me behind. I’m ready even I’m not. Cause I know that’s all you want. You waiting for months to be with her. All the things I’ve done just doesn’t enough to make you happy and forget about her. You still want her even you’ve ever said to me that you doesn’t love her anymore. I know you’re lying. It’s okay. I used to.  Some people just can’t be real with me.