She's in love with the world, but sometimes these feelings can be so misleading.

I noticed [you] staring sadly across the circle, and I know [he] noticed, [he] asked me about it.
Jealously or love, something like that, I'm reading between the maybes, why can't [you] just say it out loud, why can't [you] admit it to me, [yourself], all those other girls you're watching out of the other corner of your eye?
Jealously is stupid, but it's human.
I know, been there, done that.
Love isn't stupid, but [you're] not in it, stop convincing [yourself], maybe [you] like me, maybe [you] like the idea of me, but either way, it's no use, I only want to be [your] friend.
I don't want [you] to be jealous of what I have, even though I've got it all, and I don't want to be the person [you] see when [you] close your eyes or look at [her].
The pretty girl, how do you see me in the pretty girl, how can you look at [her] and see anything, anyone, less than [she] is? Don't look for me in other people, [you'll] just end up hurting them, or [yourself].


And if you can't be happy around me when I'm my happiest, why do you keep coming back?