It's torture to watch them softly talk.
While they are by each other's side,
Alone, I slowly walk.
It's torture to be without him in a world that's so wide.
While the two of them kiss, all I can do is stare.
Why does he love her?
That should be me over there.
We need to be together.
Of that, I am sure.
I know she was his first love, but that shouldn't make her the best.
Now, to him, I guess I'm just like all the other girls.
I am just like all the rest.
