Comparison
I'm loved as he loved her. I can feel it when he hugs me, when he kisses me and most importantly when he whispers to me. Once when he spoke to me he called me by her name.
But I have him and that's enough
His good to me, he cares
But it's all in a comparison
He pretends that I'm her
And it's then I know that he still misses her, that he still loves her
But still he stays with me, his by my side, I'm still the one who lies beside him at night.
Maybe I'm weak, maybe I'm strong
But without him I know I would surely go back to where I once was
I wouldn't be here; I'd be lost in the seas
I would be without love.
People no longer glare at me, I'm no longer trouble to them, and it's because of him, his done it all for me. He always puts others first, and maybe that's why his not with her.
He still dreams of her, and he calls her name in his sleep.
My heart breaks, but I'm to scared to say goodbye
Where would I go? And how would I survive
I'm selfish I guess
But what would you do?
If you loved someone and they loved you for someone else
A/n thanks goes out to all those who have reviewed all my other Noah/Kit stories. The wrong kind of Comfort hasn't been abandoned, it has only suffered much writer's block, I'm starting a new chapter, and hopefully it'll be up soon.
I'm loved as he loved her. I can feel it when he hugs me, when he kisses me and most importantly when he whispers to me. Once when he spoke to me he called me by her name.
But I have him and that's enough
His good to me, he cares
But it's all in a comparison
He pretends that I'm her
And it's then I know that he still misses her, that he still loves her
But still he stays with me, his by my side, I'm still the one who lies beside him at night.
Maybe I'm weak, maybe I'm strong
But without him I know I would surely go back to where I once was
I wouldn't be here; I'd be lost in the seas
I would be without love.
People no longer glare at me, I'm no longer trouble to them, and it's because of him, his done it all for me. He always puts others first, and maybe that's why his not with her.
He still dreams of her, and he calls her name in his sleep.
My heart breaks, but I'm to scared to say goodbye
Where would I go? And how would I survive
I'm selfish I guess
But what would you do?
If you loved someone and they loved you for someone else
A/n thanks goes out to all those who have reviewed all my other Noah/Kit stories. The wrong kind of Comfort hasn't been abandoned, it has only suffered much writer's block, I'm starting a new chapter, and hopefully it'll be up soon.