The problem about you
Falling for someone else
Isn't you.

It's him.
It's his hair, that isn't mine.
It's his eyes, that aren't mine.
It's his lips, that aren't mine.
It's his smile, that isn't mine.

It's him that gets to run his hands through your hair.
It's him that gets to get lost in the depths of your eyes.
It's him that gets to touch your lips with his.
It's him who gets to make your face light up
in a beautiful smile.

It's him that gets to embrace you and never let go, just like i used to.
It's him that gets to rest his head on your shoulder, just like i used to.
It's him that gets to breathe in your air, only inches away from your face, just like i used to.
It's him that gets your thoughts and secrets for himself to keep, just like i used to.

It's him that i fear, and him that i hate.
It's him that i fear will take you away from me.
It's him that i fear will replace me in your heart.
It's him that i fear will cloud your brain, leaving no space for me.

It's him that i fear i will see in every one of your smiles, your sighs, your laughs and your tears.

It's him that i fear
will ruin
us.