My eyes are big and brown
Though he does not like them
For they don't sparkle in the light the way others' do
My face is warm and sweet, comforting
But he doesn't care
For all he'd like to do is stare at her longingly
It could be those things, my lips, my smile, my hands, my touch
Whatever it be
These are the things I cannot change
The things he wouldn't change
Simply because they belong not to her, but to me
Poor, lonely, misfortune me