When You Chose Her
I should have told you the first day we met
In a room full of people, I'll never forget
How you looked that day
Months went by, we became friends
And I wanted to tell you so many times
Lacking courage to say
Then I watched in dismay
When you chose her
That pretty young thing
To take your last name
And to put on your ring
And you slipped through my dreams
Like a balloon leaves a parade
And you never knew I was broken
When you chose her
Now I am older
And memories are fading
But my mind goes back to those simple days
Wondering why I didn't say
Don't get me wrong
I hope you're doing fine
And are happy in love
And happy in life
It's just that I can't help but ask
If I had told you
Did you love me back
But you chose her
That pretty young thing
To take your last name
And to put on your ring
And you slipped through my dreams
Like a balloon leaves a parade
And you never knew I was broken
When you chose her
If there's one thing I've learned
From this lesson in life
It's to never take for granted
A single chance that you might
Not ever get again
But you chose her
That pretty young thing
To take your last name
And to put on your ring
And you slipped through my dreams
Like a balloon leaves a parade
And you never knew I was broken
It's my own fault
I should have spoken
But I was so broken
When you chose her
In a room full of people, I'll never forget
How you looked that day
Months went by, we became friends
And I wanted to tell you so many times
Lacking courage to say
Then I watched in dismay
When you chose her
That pretty young thing
To take your last name
And to put on your ring
And you slipped through my dreams
Like a balloon leaves a parade
And you never knew I was broken
When you chose her
Now I am older
And memories are fading
But my mind goes back to those simple days
Wondering why I didn't say
Don't get me wrong
I hope you're doing fine
And are happy in love
And happy in life
It's just that I can't help but ask
If I had told you
Did you love me back
But you chose her
That pretty young thing
To take your last name
And to put on your ring
And you slipped through my dreams
Like a balloon leaves a parade
And you never knew I was broken
When you chose her
If there's one thing I've learned
From this lesson in life
It's to never take for granted
A single chance that you might
Not ever get again
But you chose her
That pretty young thing
To take your last name
And to put on your ring
And you slipped through my dreams
Like a balloon leaves a parade
And you never knew I was broken
It's my own fault
I should have spoken
But I was so broken
When you chose her
Credits
Writer(s): Becca Steiner
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