You don't like me because I'm just a laid-back girl.
You don't like me because I'm just a nobody.
You don't like me cause I love books and it bores you to death.
You don't like me cause I love to write about you.
You don't like me cause I'm too innocent and naive.
You don't like me cause I love to appreciate small things, but for you it's just petty little things.
You don't like me cause I act childish.
You don't like me cause I'm a labyrinth. Complicated, misanthropic and mysterious.
BUT ...
You like her because she's trendy and outgoing.
You like her because she's a somebody.
You like her because she doesn't like books but prefers to go and hang out with your friends.
You like her because she doesn't write about you but prefers to have a drink with you.
You like her because she knows everything, especially how to win a boy with just a one night meet up.
You like her because she prefers luxurious and lavish things.
You like her because she's mature.
You like her because she's a line. Easygoing, direct and obvious.
But even if you don't like me, I'm still here loving you in silent, crushing and breaking my heart as I am watching you looking at her like she's your everything.