I saw you at the grocery store. You both looked happy, pickin' out your usual. She's a carbon copy of everything you lost, of everything i'm not. Guess you forgot, how to pick em'. If she's the one i heard about, I'm disapponted. If she's the reason why you left, Im not impressed at all. Well this looks like the end. Ya well we can still be friends; congragulations. Let me be the first to wish you worst, 'Cuz i think you deserve each other. Let me be the curse that creeps under your skin. Until your heart caves in and you wish she was me. Someone had to tell the truth and i'm always honest. I read you like an open book, and it's obvious to me. She's just the one between, headed no where fast. Sure it's gunna last forever.