I fixed my hair in a way I had never before.
You told me you didn't like it because you couldn't play with it.
I never wore it that way again.
But the day you left me for her, you had the same light in your eyes as you did when you looked at me.
Her hair was fixed the same as I had fixed mine the day you didn't like it.
The only difference is, you told her she had never looked more beautiful.
That's when I knew that I wasn't good enough for you.
