She loves...him...

All my words are lies.
what is the truth?
my heart is the only one that knows.

I tell her that I approve and to be happy,
my heart screams in pain at my words.
I jab the knife into my soul;
what does my pain matter?

she loves him,
that is all that is important now.
I am just the guy she knows,
I am just someone else...

what role do I get to play in this "loves tragedy"
am I the jester and the fool?
do my feeling matter?
if so to whom?

I love her with all that is in me,
but the world is against us.
our love would be thought so wrong,
but I do not care.

all I want is her to be happy,
I would die to give her that.
she deserves the best,
but she settles for him.

his is a nice and safe guy to be sure,
I do not think that he would bring her harm.
but there is so much more to the man that she should give her love,
so much more to her prince.