It still kills me every time you look away from me.
When did I become this possessive?
When did I forget that I was supposed to make you happy too?
When did I lose the only thing that made me feel like I belong?
Why do I still feel like the third wheel when I'm with you and anyone else?
Why is there still an awkward silence?
Why do I think you're slipping away when you haven't done anything?
Why are we moving sideways?