She holds on to a man who is surrounded by
A bunch of girls so much less then her. She
Puts up with garbage from a man who could
Care less about all her affections her deep
Appreciation.

I don’t know who the hell this guy thinks he
Is, walking around he thinks he standing so
Tall, but I see right through his righteous half
Heartedness to see he could care less. With his
Curly brown hair to match his eyes, all the
Ladies crowd around to hear such not so clever
Wit.

A lone girl, oh so beautiful, just over five feet
Four, she sits so patient waiting for him to
Come over and pretend to care, that’s his girl
A pretty blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes
And a beautiful smile. She is friends with the
One my affections are tied to and I pity her as
She stared so google eyed at a man who is too
Busy with other matters and other women to
Pay her any attention.

I stand sickened as I watch her stepped all over
By someone in which she could do so much
Better, it makes me wonder why she puts up
With him when she could have whoever. He
Tries to make his move on anything that walks
By lining up his options so he is so able to pick
And choose even though perfection is standing
Close by, he would rather go for someone less
Appealing to the eyes.

Where has decency gone, why can a girl never
See what lies in front of her, the crap being
Stacked behind her because so often he turns
His back and is at another girls feet again. She
Turns her head, pretends like she never saw
Anything, like nothing even mattered like he
Will come back crawling when she doesn’t do
A thing about him.

In the end I guess her choice is what it will be
And in the end I wont have a say in the matter.
If I did I would expose it all to her, but part of
Me knows he goes with full knowledge of how
He treats her and I guess her love is blind
Enough to  not see there is so much better for her.