Jealousy

Looking out the window,
I see her walking along
I think what’s she got that I aint?
Then I realise she’s got the boy

She’s got the boy
She’s got the clothes
She’s got the friend’s
And the rest that’s she got.

I hate her, so much
Everyone thinks she’s perfect
But I know she’s not
She got where she’s to today,
By spite and lies, a coward.

Looking out the window,
I decide that she aint worth it
I decide that I don’t see the point
I realise that even the boy aint worth it.