Better

I read what you type...
How she's in all your dreams,
How you wish you had her,
While I wish it was me.

She might be blond,
She's probably thinner,
With pretty blue eyes,
Coming out the winner.

Your eyes must light up,
When she passes by,
Knowing you like her,
Makes my heart die.

When I read what you type,
I don't want to see,
The girl that you're crazy for,
Couldn't be me.

I bet that she's pretty,
And falls for your charm,
You must want to have her,
Held tight in your arms.

The guy that she likes,
You say, is a jerk,
Ditching his date,
Makes you go berserk.

You say that you're happy,
When she talks to you,
You fall into bliss,
And don't know what to do.

For me, it's the same,
Except that, you see,
You are the one,
That makes me happy.

She's must be much cooler,
I bet you both skate,
While all that we do,
Is talk on a game.

If only you knew,
The way that I feel,
If I had my wish,
It could all be real.