She flirts with you. You hold her hand, my good friend. She knows how I feel about you. She says she doesn't like you, just likes to flirt. She says she doesn't want to see me get hurt, so why is she hurting me? I can't stand to be in her presence, she's suffocating me with her need for attention. You flirt with her, but you still look at me. I wish I had never introduced you to her. The three of us are lying in a field, looking at the northern lights. She is with you, I am alone again. I leave you two, maybe it's better this way. I promised myself I wouldn't be jelous. I cry by myself on the other side of the field. I can still feel your eyes on me. Why are you still looking at me when your hands are on her? It only makes things harder.
