I can never do what's right
or that's what I've always thought
but being perfect is in my sight.
Being her is what I've always sought.

You say jealousy is a wasted emotion
But in fact, I take delight in it.
All her obvious devotion
She's premade; girls like her come in kits.

But now you're with me
and she claims she's happy too.
She keeps in contact with you, and I'm angry,
why hasn't she outgrown you?

I know she's not what you want
but I can't help but believe.
All she did to taunt you,
all she did to deceive.

I'm mad now and I know why
She did you wrong and it hurts me.
All I do for you and everything I try,
why can't you set her free?