If I had the chance, I would tell her how lucky she is;
how incredibly satisfying it must feel to wake up every morning
with his warm body next to hers;
I would tell her how I always wished it was me;
although, I only wished that in my head, secretly;
I smile when I see them together; and I pretend to be happy;
but it’s never enough, and I’ve gotten good at lying;
If I had the chance, I would tell her how lucky she is.