Them

Seeing them there, all laughing and in love,
and my "relationship" with him is nothing but many a push and shove.

They talk about, spending time with each other,
I want to love you, but maybe I shold try loving another.

When I see them hug together, as the meet up in the hall,
I wipe my tears inside, and wish for it all.

Yes, they fight, when the dont agree,
But I would tolerate it all, if I could let my heart run free.

They're there for each other, when they're feeling blue,
I need to have love like that, love that's true.