Why is your attention is on her?
The shift from me to her was a rapid transfer.
The whole night you'd had your arm around my waist,
then you saw her and you left with such haste.
My mind started swimming, why her and not me?
Is she prettier, hotter, or was it because she's just plain easy?
I sat moping, in pure jealousy, casting unfair blame,
I tried to remind myself hurting me was not this girls aim.
The real blame belongs to you, for being a such a player.
You showed me this new side, so different from your outer layer.
Looking back I don't know why self doubt crept into my mind,
I am more than happy I left you behind.
Women are too quick to tear themselves down,
get lost in their heads and just shutdown.
Nowadays this is a problem far too big.
Ladies, don't hurt too much over a pig.
