I was fine with the men who came into her life now and again, I was fine, because I knew, that they didn't really matter, until you.
I was fine, when you came, and we fought like it was all some silly game, over her, who she'd choose. After all those years I never thought I'd lose.
It's over isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over? It's over isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over? You won, and she chose you and she loved you and she's gone...
It's over isn't it... Why can't I move on?