When you said you felt second best, every time you spoke her name was a blow to my stomach
a harsh reminder that I'm the one who's second best.
You said you have no luck when it comes to this, across the table, I couldn't come around.
Her hollow tears had you fighting and her features had you fixed. You told me everything and I didn't say a word, I was silent, worried that my thoughts would turn into words and the words I didn't want to say
would slip through my lips. So I'm sorry, but your troubled face gave me a sting the sort of sting I recognized like deja vu. when you sing her melody
its a torment that scorches me. The thoughts of yesterday linger and they'll never go away.
I have to keep reminding myself of the past that makes me flinch, so that I can come back down to earth.
Looking back and I'm frail green with jealousy.
The expired ache that I couldn't bare once floods back to me like it was never gone, Throws me off track and eats away at the back bone that barely keeps me standing. Stains become more visible, once again I'm plain through all eyes.
