Can you see her sitting there,
With her silky, long brown hair?
She acts like it's no big deal,
That she's killing him.
He takes her hand,
She grabs another's.
Acting like she's with her brothers.
Too shy to just hold the hand of,
Her loving boyfriend.
Is she trying to say something?
He notices,
He always notices.
But no words spoken.
He lets it build up on the inside,
Waiting to explode.
She has feelings for another.
One that's treated her wrong.
She feels that burning,
Knows it's wrong.
But she does nothing.
She says it would have been wrong to tell him no,
Something of a 'pitty boyfriend.'
Now they're dating, and she's killing him.
He notices,
He always notices.
But no words spoken.
The world around knows the truth.
She's trying to make another jealous.
Waiting for him to notice,
And to care.
Then she'll drop the one that loves her,
For someone half as loving,
Half as sweet,
Half the gentleman.
She doesn't care.
She's only got one thing on her mind.
Only caring about herself.
Who cares that she hurts her best friend in the process?
Who cares that she breaks his heart?
Who cares that she's killing him.
He does.
He's the one that's always been there.
Been there time and time again.
To get her to look up, and smile.
The one she wants,
Twice broke her heart,
The one she has gets torn apart.
No one wins.
Who's going to be his best friend?
Who's going to care about his broken heart?
Who?
