Is he the only one possibly goin' for me?

taken from Second Helpings

I confess, yes, our fall was all my fault
if you kissed my eyes, your lips would taste salt
but you think my regret is a lie, and the tears I cry
are the crocodile kind.

the sweat on your upper lip starts to boil
white hot with anger, still convinced i'm your foil
you keep fighting me, though my eyes are free
from crocodile lies.

you, yes, you, linger in my heart
the same you who stopped us before we could start
I didn't want to leave, but you began to believe
your own crocodile lies.

the only person stopping you is yourself,
you won't accept that I want no one else
so until you do, I'll let someone else have you.

everyday, I live the lie,
but not the crocodile kind.

I need to find some sort of thing to do.
Man. This stinks.

I hate not seeing him.
I hate seeing people hurt.
I hate hurting, myself.

I just...
I...
can't ever be pleased.
No wonder no one likes to be around me.