I get it she’s better than me.
She’s skinny, has a beautiful voice,
Can sing, has long hair,
A perfect face, great smile,
Wonderful personality (I hear,)
And she’s not as mentally broken.
I get it, she’s better than me.
That’s why you’re going to choose her,
I see it in your eyes when you talk to me.
You’re always thinking of her,
Wondering about her safety.
You call her when you’re with me,
You protect her when she’s hurt,
And you leave me alone,
Suffering in my mind.
And I’m playing the girl,
Who doesn’t care.
In hopes that you might see,
I really do care.
And I want you to be with me.
But go to her,
Because I know she’s better than me.
And right now I know you want her,
And not me.