The butterflies tingle in my stomach
Every time i see you
Because i don't know what youll think of me
Or is it because i know you wont like me
I can tell from the start
I can feel it underneath all the butterfly wings
Each wing beat is another time
Another time that i have been second best
But now
Ive grown comfortable in the shadow of second best
Alwyas chosen last to every pretty girl in the world
I hate that I'm still alone
No
I hate myself
I hate the sad and desperate me ive become
But that's what I've been reduced to
A heart so shattred that all the kind horses and all the kings men couldn't put my heart back together again