To watch you with him could be sad at times,
soon flashbacks of the days when you used to be mine.
At one point these times fell like some sort of race,
Now's he's holding your trophy while here i sit in second place.
Is he where I should be, or am I just where i supposed.
How could he be with the one I love, such anger has rose.
Lord, i want to win this race,
But instead i'll always be in second place.
