We might as well be strangers

I cannot help but not be myself when I am around you and her.
We are so different alone and in a crowd.
Which is the real us then?
I cannot and will not tell you to forget her.
Because the way you look at her is exactly the way I look at you.
&& if someone were to tell me to forget you, I would tell them, not a chance.

As muuch as I hate to admit, you both actually do look good together.