I should be used to this by now.
All these lies are nothing new.
People come and people leave.
That's the story of my life.

Nothing's new.
There are no twists.
It's all the same.
He came and left.

He's just like all the others.
His eyes wondered to better.
They're beautiful, popular, fake, and don't care.
But I guess that's what he likes.

I'll never compare to them, I know,
but I really do not care.
I won't be fake so I can't be liked,
and I will always care for you.