i wish i were him
I saw you with your new man
In the land we used to possess
A sorrowful scene that I did not anticipate
This time your smile looked different
Oh, so brighter, spreading joyfulness
Guess he's not a secret, I saw you two holding hands
That's such a different story
It's long past my time of glory
There on a corner, saw you laughing with him
You didn't see me, so I ran out of there
Looking for answers, screaming, cursing your name
On my way home, wishing it'd be me instead
Oh, I wish I were him
Oh, I wish I were him
I saw you with your new man
And his brilliance beyond compare
My glimmers of hope died there, straight into my tear ducts
He's got that craving chiseled face
Eye-catching body, he's top-shelf
Not like me, fighting the need to starve myself
(With no comfort in my own skin)
All the things we didn't get done
Gotta face it, those times are really gone
I'm in my bedroom, with our songs on replay
Can't help but picture you singing them to him
And in the dark, his body's meeting your hands
I feel the misery, while you make love with him
Now I'm only dreaming of the 'what could have been'
(¿Qué pudo ser?)
In some different script where you just stay at the end
(No existe)
I told you not to, but please can you explain
(Ven, dime)
What did he give you that was out of my hands?
Oh, I wish I were him
(Now I'm only dreaming of the-)
Oh, I wish I were him
(What did he give you that was-)
Oh, I wish I were him
(Now I'm only dreaming of the-)
But I'll never be him
In the land we used to possess
A sorrowful scene that I did not anticipate
This time your smile looked different
Oh, so brighter, spreading joyfulness
Guess he's not a secret, I saw you two holding hands
That's such a different story
It's long past my time of glory
There on a corner, saw you laughing with him
You didn't see me, so I ran out of there
Looking for answers, screaming, cursing your name
On my way home, wishing it'd be me instead
Oh, I wish I were him
Oh, I wish I were him
I saw you with your new man
And his brilliance beyond compare
My glimmers of hope died there, straight into my tear ducts
He's got that craving chiseled face
Eye-catching body, he's top-shelf
Not like me, fighting the need to starve myself
(With no comfort in my own skin)
All the things we didn't get done
Gotta face it, those times are really gone
I'm in my bedroom, with our songs on replay
Can't help but picture you singing them to him
And in the dark, his body's meeting your hands
I feel the misery, while you make love with him
Now I'm only dreaming of the 'what could have been'
(¿Qué pudo ser?)
In some different script where you just stay at the end
(No existe)
I told you not to, but please can you explain
(Ven, dime)
What did he give you that was out of my hands?
Oh, I wish I were him
(Now I'm only dreaming of the-)
Oh, I wish I were him
(What did he give you that was-)
Oh, I wish I were him
(Now I'm only dreaming of the-)
But I'll never be him
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Writer(s): Juan José López Alanis
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