You told me, "I'll really miss you if you leave.
You're the only one here who listens to what I say."
I told you, "I'm sorry, I can't stay here.
You're such a great girl and I will remember you."
Stop looking so sweet and naive,
with your oval-frame glasses and permanent smile.
You just sit there, so quiet and lonely,
and I think I should be right there with you.
Stop acting so god damn great,
when you're already getting the things you deserve.
He seems really nice and good to you.
Probably better than I could ever be.
I can't compete with that.
Don't make me compete with that.