Poor Me - Shania Twain

Found it in his closet

Right behind the lies

I wish I never saw it

The secret in his eyes

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 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 color that I see

Still can’t believe he’d leave me

To love her

Pour me another

Tried to face it

But so far down inside

I just can’t shake it

My stupid pride

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 color that I see

Still can’t believe he’d leave me

To love her

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

Oh, 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 color that I see

Still can’t believe that he’d leave me

To love her

Poor me

Pour me

Another