Broken

I'll go to his house
As you go to her's
We think of another
And our love starts to disperse

We hold hands each day
As we wait for their presence
When we see them we go
We think with no sense

Everybody calls us
The best of all couples
But is it still that
When there are four people?

This is making me confused
Cause everyday we pretend
Do we really love each other?
Can't we admit we're broken?