Whenever you look at me I wish I was her

I'm tired of trying
your teasing ain't enough
fed up of biding your time
when I don't get nothing back
and for what, and for what, and for what
when I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired...

These days when I see you
You make it look like I'm see-through
Do tell me why you waste our time
When your heart ain't admitting you're not satisfied
You know I know just how you feel
I'm starting to find myself feeling that way too

When you grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her