Up Agenst the World

Im holding hands with him,
but Im thinking of you.
If only you would tell me
that the rumors were true.

Don't get any ideas,
It's to late now.
Truth is, I still love you
the question is, how?

You left me broken-hearted,
with your words.
Thats what caused
this new love to emerge.

Of course you dont care,
you never do.
Thats why you look away
broken, and blue.

I see it in your actions
every time I'm with him.
You fake a smile,
You fake a grin.

Maybe you where right,
Maybe it is all in my head.
I cant tell if its just a dream
that should stay in bed.

But if it is,
Why does everyone agree,
That you really did
Love me?