To her, he complained that no one wanted him.
He complained that he wasn't desirable,
That he would never be loved.
And to him, she tried to disagree,
But she couldn't without everything else spilling out.
On the inside, she was screaming,
Because she wanted him;
She thought that he was desirable.
She wanted to tell him that he was an idiot,
Because she was right there.
Oh, yes, to her, he complained that no one wanted him.
But she must have been no one to him.