I can stand it no longer, I can't keep my tongue tied I'm not one to silently pray But you loved him first so of course I come second But now I've come forth just to say That I'm sick of my life, 'cause it 's always revolving Around someone who's threatening to leave I've been looking for something From you who have nothing Nothing to give or receive And it's true, it's too true So you'll go to him, and I'll never win And I'll settle for somebody else And make their life empty with my disappointment That I wasn't the one who could help Will we be 32 and just getting wasted With whoever is left every night And looking at successful couples with children And thinking that could never be my life I want a new deal I demand a rewrite This script isn ‘t going my way And I question the morals of the writer who tortures Me as I inhabit their play And it's true, it's true The sick thing is I feel about you The same way you feel about him And it's wrong to give up when there's a glimmer of hope That it won't work out or in your case it will My heart is stocked like my parents' refrigerator Just open it and eat your fill But I grow back slower than an alpine meadow But only in your footprints am I k**ed And it's true, it's too true Am I so bad?