She don't know you quite like I do
If she even got a whiff she would be through
Should I let her know her king is a masquerader
Stepping out on his queen to sleep with crusaders
Blind to his lies, she dreams of perfection
When another ***** is the one enjoying his *******
Should I let her know her man calls me home?
That nobody sings like me on his microphone?
Or should I get what I want and just walk away
Because I know him that much better than she could say
Should I live with the fact that she's the next me
Or should I let her in on his pattern of fuckery
Should I hate him alone or get her on my team
He doesn't deserve love; he's just another broken dream