What he doesn’t know is that it hurts.

It hurts being around him and it hurts being without him.

It hurts watching him be with somebody else.

He hurts me when he treats me the same as every other girl

or when he calls me my name like all is well and fair.

The spark isn’t in his sexy brown eyes when he looks at me,

I’m just another soul in the one million he already knows…

Oooh, it hurts, it just hurts.

I can’t tear my hair out in pain

I have to keep looking sane.

I can’t say anything, mama didn’t bring me up that way.

I can’t let go of him or tell him I how I feel,

I will lose him.

It hurts.