It's Just A Picture.

He showed me a picture,
A picture of a lovely girl.
I don't need any lecture,
Of letting me know he still loves her.

I can't explain this feeling,
The feeling of jealousy.
I can't stop imagining,
Imagining them loving each other wholeheartedly.

It was just a part of his past,
A love that didn't last.
His heart was torn and broken,
And I'm the one who let his heart be open for another love again.

Then why do I feel like this,
If it's just a picture?
It was just like a spike in my heart,
Oh what a great torture!

Tell me why do I feel like this?
Tell me why do you do this to me?
Is my love still not good enough for you?
Am I really not good enough for you?

Would you rather spare a glance at her (than me)?
I can't bear the pain that's so great, I swear!
I really can't stand to know,
That you still love her.

Do you really want to end this faster?
Love me or love her?