It feels strange when you talk about her,
Could be that I was used to being her.
The one you were supposed to love and spoil.
Instead you fought it every step of the way,
You let me down when I needed you.
Now you tell me how you took her shopping,
The little things you never got me.
How you get her the things that were supposed to be mine,
It feels like someone slept in my bed,
Wore my clothes and walked in my shoes.
Guess me leaving changed you,
Only for her to have the best parts.