He: Are you jealous?
She: No.
He : Are you sure?
She: I said I'm not.
He: Then give me a kiss.
She: Go and ask your so-called friend.
He: That sounds like jealousy.
She: It's not jealousy...
He: Then what is it?
She: It's the anger of pretending I don't care when someone else gets the attention I secretly crave from you.
It's the irritation of seeing you tag her on the wall, the little sting of watching you give someone else the attention I secretly wish was mine.
It's the stupid war between my pride and my heart...
Because my pride says "I don't care." Then why does it hurt so much?”
But my heart screams,
"you are dammm mine."
And honestly, beneath all my attitude, there’s just one truth—
I want to be the one you choose, the one you notice, and the one you never make feel replaceable
She: No.
He : Are you sure?
She: I said I'm not.
He: Then give me a kiss.
She: Go and ask your so-called friend.
He: That sounds like jealousy.
She: It's not jealousy...
He: Then what is it?
She: It's the anger of pretending I don't care when someone else gets the attention I secretly crave from you.
It's the irritation of seeing you tag her on the wall, the little sting of watching you give someone else the attention I secretly wish was mine.
It's the stupid war between my pride and my heart...
Because my pride says "I don't care." Then why does it hurt so much?”
But my heart screams,
"you are dammm mine."
And honestly, beneath all my attitude, there’s just one truth—
I want to be the one you choose, the one you notice, and the one you never make feel replaceable
