You have her and she has you.
I have me but I wanted you
I spent my nights thinking of what it could be
Only thinking of you, never of me.
But the nights have passed me by,
And that girl, well I guess she found her guy.
So nice and sweet,
I bet she really makes his heart beat.
But you see I'd rather be me and feel free,
Then be her, some kind of faceless prized pony.
