Few words, but a lot of hurt. The speaker opens with a question that seems to loop endlessly in their mind: "Does he like me?" They admit it is something they always wonder about, so the doubt isn't a passing worry but a constant background noise.
What follows is a slow unraveling. The repeated "I forget" and "I feel" make the lines read like a list of small losses: the speaker forgets themselves, their needs, their worth, and then begins to feel self-conscious, not pretty enough, not worthy. The plain, repetitive phrasing mirrors how these thoughts might circle in someone's head.
The final line, "All because of him," lands almost like a quiet accusation, though it may also be a sad realization. The mood is vulnerable and insecure, with a raw honesty. Nothing is dressed up. The speaker simply lays out how much of their self-image has become tied to one person's feelings, and how little is left of their own.