She was not mine to play with and I knew it from the start.
I could not shake the feeling that I’d drive them both apart.
She came along so willingly; I thought “She’s being nice.”
I should have thought twice.

When you meet someone you share everything with
how can you leave them be?
It was as if we’d shared a life; unbelievable to see.

I kept on talking to that girl, every question she “got right.”
With every question I proposed the fit became more tight
until I realized she was not “this girl” I’d met but Her.
It’s still a blur.

My chances with this girl grew larger every passing day,
until she told me “I want you” almost to my dismay.
What had I done?  I knew damn well.  I’d stolen her away.
I knew I’d pay.

My conscience got to me that night; I had to stop right there.
Her decision, in my mind, would truth and justice bear.
She chose the one she’d been with before I came along.
Now he’s with her, I’m sitting here, and you’re listening to the song.