Why?

Why do I still steal glances,
When you are in the room?
It's like some sort of magnet,
That pulls me to my doom.

Why do I still think of you,
When I'm alone at night?
Why are you the first thing on my mind,
When I see the morning light?

Is it some sort of twisted joke?
That everyone gets but me?
Some horrible torture, my personal hell,
That I'll be in for all eternity?

Because it hurts to see you every day,
It hurts to see that smile.
It hurts when I hear you talk to her,
In the way that was OUR style.

I don't want to still love you,
And THAT you should know.
But when I see you everyday,
It's so hard to let you go...