When you look into my eyes
I finally realize, you picked me
not her, but why do I feel worse
I'm happy to be in your arms, and
I'm happy to see your charms, but
why am I unhappy, I feel so crappy
when I look at her, she threatens to murder
not me but herself, that's when I felt like I was
going to melt, I'm a really selfless person
since I broke up with him, and the last words a
said "pick her instead."
