Poor Me
Found it in his closet
Right behind the lies
I wish I never saw it
The secret in his eyes
Poor, poor me
He never told me how long
I'd been living in the dark
No one turned the light on
I fell and broke my heart
Poor, poor me
Poor me
Poor me this
Poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this
Poor me that
It's not white, it's not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour, pour me
Another
Tried to face it
But so far down inside
I just can't shake it
My stupid pride
Poor, poor me
Poor me
Poor me this
Poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this
Poor me that
It's not white, it's not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour, pour me
Another
I know it should get better
Oh, but it never does
I wish he'd never met her
Then everything would be the way it was
Poor me this
Poor me that
Poor me this
Poor me that
Poor me this
Poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this
Poor me that
It's not white, it's not black
Grey's the colour that I see
I still can't believe that he'd leave me
To love her
Poor, poor me
Pour, pour me
Another
Right behind the lies
I wish I never saw it
The secret in his eyes
Poor, poor me
He never told me how long
I'd been living in the dark
No one turned the light on
I fell and broke my heart
Poor, poor me
Poor me
Poor me this
Poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this
Poor me that
It's not white, it's not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour, pour me
Another
Tried to face it
But so far down inside
I just can't shake it
My stupid pride
Poor, poor me
Poor me
Poor me this
Poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this
Poor me that
It's not white, it's not black
Grey's the colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Pour, pour me
Another
I know it should get better
Oh, but it never does
I wish he'd never met her
Then everything would be the way it was
Poor me this
Poor me that
Poor me this
Poor me that
Poor me this
Poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this
Poor me that
It's not white, it's not black
Grey's the colour that I see
I still can't believe that he'd leave me
To love her
Poor, poor me
Pour, pour me
Another
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Writer(s): Shania Twain
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