It's hurt so long, nothing seems to ever be right,
I'm sad and I'm angry and hate everything, out of spite;
Punching the wall, and feeling like a real loser,
But with all the talk, I just want to hold her.
She's with a new guy, a real jackass,
I make jokes to my friends about how it won't last;
I seem to see them every time I turn around,
If I had any self-esteem I'd beat down that clown.
But the truth is, she seems to be happy,
And the fact is, she never was with me;
Could I be a little less of a loser, if I hold out my hand?
Wish them well, and concede to the better man?
