Just Like All I Loved, I'm Make-believe

I'm wondering if I made things out to be more than they really were. Now I'm crying over something that never was. I don't understand why I keep doing this to myself. Actually I do, I want love so bad I'm willing to make it up. I'm surrounded by happy couples and it kills me. So I figure if I find someone to have a crush on everything will be better. Not true. I'm trying everything I can to stay composed, but all this hiding of emotions, lonely-ness and jealousy is going to implode soon.