Bets In

I’m loading on the make-up,

Wearing that short skirt.

I’m acting so confident,

When really I’m wasting…

It’s like an infectious disease

Eating me alive, from the inside out

What is this? Is this hell?

It’s like I’m bleeding out…

It’s like torture, watching you

Hugging her, kissing her…

That obnoxious little bitch,

What do you see in her?

I’m dancing with some other guy,

Doing all I can.

And still it’s all eyes on her.

Why? Why??

I can hear you now,

“Hey baby, I love you,

I’ll always love you.”

I’m feeling sick to my stomach.

Where are you when I need you?

Why can’t it be me in your lap?

What is there that’s so great about her?

Who is she to you?

What’s wrong with you?

Are you blind, stupid,

Or just too damn dense?

What the hell?

Hey, do you see me here?

I’m flaunting all I got.

Bets in and all out,

Who will you spot first?