Her.

Her, h-e-r.
A three letter word that's no you or me.

Even though I spent years dying inside those manipulative eyes of yours, you still chose her.

Even though our lips locked together so many times, you still chose her.

Even though I gave you exactly what you craved so fucking badly, it was still her.

Why is it her? Why isn't it me? I gave you love, I gave you a new life, I gave you me, but like always, it's still her.