Him with her

Every night i cry,
for a boy that isn't there,
i want him to love me,
to need me-to care.

but he has his girl,
one that does him well,
i wish i could tell him,
but i stay in my shell.

oh i really hate this,
every night i that i cry,
him telling me these things,
a little more of me dies.

but i cant tell him the truth,
because him with hers best,
even though it kills me,
i have to pretend with the rest..