He doesn't love me. Not really.
He doesn't want me. How could he?

I don't know what it is, that makes him talk to me.
There's nothing in the future, no "us" and no "could be".
I don't know what he sees, calls me cute, calls me nice.
He should think this through, he should think twice.
I don't know what he wants, I don't see his reason.
He's just so inscrutable, it feels like treason.

I'm the shy girl, the second choice, the third wheel.
This is not what he wants, it'll never be. It's so unreal.
He's the cool type, the strong one, the popular guy.
He plays me, I know it. He'll leave me, I'll cry.
We have things in common, yet we are worlds apart.
I'm not enough for him, I won't ever reach his heart.

He's some years older than me, that's for sure,
I think I'm too young, too lost and not as mature.
I know he has demons of his own, stealing his sleep,
He's always smiling, so bright but never deep.
I think I fucked up, should have ended it early,
Now I'm in this mess, struggling - clearly.

He doesn't love me. He can't be true.
He doesn't want me. He'll break me, too.