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I find myself depressed
Fantasizing about what should have been
Focusing on what could've been
Wondering how much of this was my fault

Cause I had seen him with my own two eyes,
Fucking those girls -
Pulling their hair,
Slamming into them over and over again
And yet strangely wishing to be them
Cause at least I feel like I did something right

He loved me,
I made him happy
But I was boring

I didn't give him the excitement these other girls did

So did that make me -

second best?