“You say it's all in my headAnd the things I think just don't make senseSo where you been then? Don't go all coyDon't turn it round on me like it's my faultSee I can see that look in your eyesThe one that shoots me each and every time.You grace me with your cold shoulderWhenever you look at me I wish I was her.You shower me with words made of knivesWhenever you look at me I wish I was her.”