so you're in love again, or at least thats how you make it seem.
i flit between my imperfections, this sky holds no sympathy for me.
it's burning blues and pinks... i feel harshly obscene if i'm obstructing your happiness, but i burst at the seams,
what about me and my needs? you told me it had nothing to do with me.
you told me you were chained before, but now you were free.
but i saw you smiling, and now i can see.

so what about all those lies that you told?
what about all those hearts that you broke?
mine's merely bruised, never seen severed or split in two.
and now i'm left with a sinner as my muse.
i just keep singing songs about all those things you didn't do.
keeping to myself and nursing my wounds.
and i'm the girl you didn't choose,
you couldn't, you wouldn't, you won't.