Expressions

I've seen the way you look at him.
I've seen the way you look at me.
Those looks don't add up,
By far.
I see the longing in your eyes.
At the pretty boy walking by.
But your eyes turn hollow when the glance at me
Dirty bird, dirty bird.
Doesn't know anything.
What does he have that I don't?
What sets them apart?
And what keeps me apart, too,
Outside of everything,
Peering in with stormy eyes,
And a raging heart?
Is it what's inside of me,
This anger and resentment,
Lashing out at a world where,
I don't easily fit?
I've seen the way you look at him.
I've seen the way you look at me.
I've seen the way you look at me.
I've seen the way you look at him.
This is it,
Isn't it?