he was looking at her
her mistakes and petty trouble
he says he loves her because of that
he looks at her more and less of me

he tells me his troubles
oh and I think I am the one concerned
for I toss and turn and bleed
for its me who hurts most and her the least

he tells me his secrets
and I tell him I'll be quiet as I can be
but the bottle has been crushed
I am not amused at the very least

he made me mad
while her... fall fast asleep
he tell me he loves her
and me his bottle of list

I cannot hold on
I needed to move on
for I fall and fall hard for him
but he never sees me and never will

I will fall and break
nothing will say 'poor ye girl'
for I was not warned
this was the consequence of falling in love to someone.