Why do you have to be here every time?
Why do you have to make me feel so great?
Why do you have to make me love you?

The taste in my mouth bitter as lime,
it's from the unrequited love that once filled my plate.
And somehow there's another plateful everytime I hear that constant "I love you too."

Why do I put myself through this torture.
Of listening to you go on and on.
About how you love us both and nothing can be done.

I'm tired of hearing that love you, me, but love more, you, her.
I'm tired of waking at the crack of dawn,
ending the wonderful dreams of you, not just anyone.

You've entered my conscious,
You've entered my dreams,
All that's left are my arms.

These situations are too strenuous.
I often feel like I'm standing on 100 foot tall beams.
I can't resist you and your charms.

Why do you have to be here every time?
Why do you have to make me feel so great?
Why do you have to make me love you?

I feel like I can't talk, I'm only a mime.
Running in circles always dodging my fate.
I have to do something like find a new "I love you too."