Poor Me

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 I still can't believe that he'd leave me To love her Poor me Pour me Another --- Poor Me - Shania Twain