You used to think I was beautiful,
Perfection, I believe was your word,
You used to think I was everything,
Because I used to be your world.
You used to look at me that way,
Wrapping your hand safely in mine,
And I was so convinced you loved me,
Every last time you smiled.
Now i can only stand here watching,
Everything you think I don't see,
She's all the things I'm not, you love her,
The way you used to be in "love" with me.
Every day I'm reminded,
There's no such thing as passive pain,
As I watch you wrap her in your arms,
Pull her close to your chest again.
You kiss her lightly on the forehead,
And my hearts bleeding in your hands,
Your fingers running through her hair,
What I'd give to be that girl again.
Tears blurr my eyes, walking away,
Feeling that void go straight through me,
Empty, its eating me, and i can't escape,
Where everything you were used to be.
Why couldn't I be enough?
To make you truly happy, alive,
Why couldn't you be content with me?
Why am I still left here.. still asking "why"?
