He’s got this thing for another girlShe pretends like she doesn’t careHe’s got her hook, line and sinkerA broken love is all that they shareShe’d do anything to keep him nearHe only stays to play the game . . . wonderingIs it real ?She can’t make up his mindHe’s going to do what he wants to doOh, he takes up all of her timeEven though he’s rarely aroundLove based on comfort only goes so farAfter that it is pain, pain, pain . . . Oh,Is it real ?