Why Can't You See?

I hate to see you just stand there doing nothing

while she rips you apart, piece by piece she tears

I can’t stand to hear you talk about her

like shes the only girl in the world

It kills me to see you blind, trapped under her spell

the things you tell me make me think shes playing with your mind

Is she good you say she is, does it make me a bad person to think she’s not?

It hurts me to hear you say you care about her, because I see who she really is.

I’d die before I let her hurt you, that just how much you mean.

So why can’t you see, that the bad guy isn’t me?