You love me,
So you have told me before,
Would die for me,
Love me till the very end,
Even marry me.
So why am I still your second choice?
Why do I still come second to her,
The other girl,
That haunts your dreams at night,
and your thoughts during the day.
What am I to you?
Do I even really mean anything to you at all?
Do you just say those pretty things to get me to stay,
So I won't just walk away?
What am I to you?
Just another pretty face?
Just a distraction from the girl you really want,
the one you know you can't have?
What am I to you?