Do I envy him?
Her saw her in all her moods. He was the one who held her tight and assured her that everything was gonna be OK. He was the one she'd turn to. He was the one she said goodbye to.
I was only good enough to flirt with, not good enough to choose.
Yeah, I envy him.
* * * *
Do I envy him?
He saw her as she was, without tinted glasses in the way. She could look him in the eyes in a way she never could with me. He felt for her, you could tell it when he looked at her. And maybe she felt something for him.
She didn't choose her death over him.
Yeah, I envy him.
Her saw her in all her moods. He was the one who held her tight and assured her that everything was gonna be OK. He was the one she'd turn to. He was the one she said goodbye to.
I was only good enough to flirt with, not good enough to choose.
Yeah, I envy him.
* * * *
Do I envy him?
He saw her as she was, without tinted glasses in the way. She could look him in the eyes in a way she never could with me. He felt for her, you could tell it when he looked at her. And maybe she felt something for him.
She didn't choose her death over him.
Yeah, I envy him.