It won't be the first time that I'm going to lose out to her
that red-haired vixen
With the rockin body and loose standards
throwing herself at any boy she deems cute
Fixating on the only one who told her goodbye
and right when he was in my grasp,
She pulled him back in
back into that game of hers
But he did go willingly back
because she “deserves a second chance”
I guess so. But now you'll never know
know how good I am.
I'm better than those manipulative games of hers
she's toying with emotions as she pleases
Because people are just her pawns, in a game of her own making
and how good she is at that game.
First my brother, now you too she claims as her own.
While the one who sits on the side, being the best person she can
Is thrown casually away,
because who gives the good girl a second thought?