I look to the picture of the girl he left me for,
With her brown hair and pretty green eyes,
And I can't help but wonder If Id've been more -
Like that girl, than maybe I'd still have my guy.
With her tight-fittin' jeans and little white shirts,
She walks hand in hand around town with him,
And she looks over to me as she sits and flirts -
With my boy, and she's got a waist so slim -
My heart races beneath my pale white skin,
As I look over to them and hide my tears,
But I try to clean up the mess that I'm in,
Because I know it was a waste of two years.
And with bite marks on my tongue, I turn my head,
To look over to her, with her eyes so cunning,
And I walked over toward them and spitefully said:
"Should I ignore this and just keep on running?"
With confusion, they both looked over to me,
Scowling, I said: "So If I was more like her,
Would you love me still? Or is this how it's to be?
Forgive me if I'm wrong, but it's still a blur -
I've wasted a few days thinking about this,
And I know if I was more like her, I wouldn't of,
But you see, as they say, ignorance is bliss,
And maybe if I was more like her, I'd still be in love."
And this time I walked for the first time in awhile,
With their eyes on my back as I left them there,
Evidently, I was able to conjure up a little smile,
Because this time, it was me that didn't care.
