They'll never understand just why,
At times I could break down and cry...

"Look, there goes Laura Talbot,
As long as she's gettin some...

I meander the path of jealous swayed grass,
To be frowned on by envious skies...

There's so many broken promises I've drawn into...
So many pieces of my heart I've had to mend by...

I'm secretly crying when you speak of her name,
Cause I know that your love is for real...

The only time I can ever be seen for who I am,
Is when I wake...

I could choose to give up.
Every time this happens and I get in this state...

Staring through,
The frosted glass...

It weren't meant to be, I wasn't for him,
I thought that he liked his girls skinny and dim...

How I envy the girls who seem without care;
Immaculate make-up...

Turn myself to another boy, knowing I'll face...
As fate, it seems, is pointing me...

Is moving on still justified?
Or classified as using...