Here I stand,
Watching you lean against the wall;
Your arms around her,
Holding her the way I pictured you holding me,

Here I stand,
Gazing at those beautiful eyes of yours,
And how they watch over her;
The way those eyes of yours were supposed to watch me.

And here I stand,
All alone,
Feeling my heart being ripped out of my dear soul.
For I am not as fortunate as the girl you call 'baby'