Bisector of an Angel

Am I really a lucky guy
Understanding that I'm really shy
Deep in my heart thare is a smile
Really this love of mine is worthwhile
Ever faithful to you and true
Yet, who is she, is it really you?
Dearer to her than I think
And closer to her like ballpen and ink
Not letting me stand on his way
Taking the part I'm about to play
Even a friend could pretend
Maybe he's not to blame
Eating my heart when he came
Reach for me if you need me
Liar you are if you do it freely
Immune of things that I view
Not interrupting with you two