I'm sorry that I stole her from you. Even if your love wasn't true. I didn't wait my turn, Instead, I took it from you. There's a hint of sadness in your eyes. It was always there, but more disguised. She needed more than shared taste in music. I gave her my heart and she doesn't abuse it. It's nice, for me, finally. And it will be for you, too, eventually. She's in a place that's years ahead, Than finding comfort in boys, in bed. At least I hope, that my words are true. Just know I'm sorry. I stole her from you.