Your mistakes become my tormentors Divided, I want to be near you, with you Getting hurt just is a lot to take in We could do it if we were not in denial.

Being second just is not for me, if you want me to play that part, it is not for me, not at all If I am not the only one, I guess I am not doing this

I do not care I do not share Not for a bit, Not for a little.

Never would I ask you to choose because I am tired of being chosen, there shouldn't be a choice to make in the first place I want you to want me, me alone, not to have to fight for your heart with nameless women.