Why'd you always treat me second best?
Every day you seemed to love me less and less
And now I am a mess
For making eyes at you
You always found the time for all your friends
So I guess I wasn't quite that special then
But still, I pretend
That I've found a way in your heart
Love is such a dangerous game to play
One I find myself roped in day-to-day
I know it's a cliché
But there's an essence of truth
Ever since you left me on my own
I've been patiently waiting by the phone
Dreaming of the tone
To bring me back to you
And then you said that we could still be friends
But I hope I never see your face again
But stil, I pretend...