Not Her Man

I gave her my nights, my endless skies.

She traded them for someone new so fast.

Was I just a bridge, a fleeting tide?

A stepping stone to her greener past?

I see her laugh in photos bright,

But where’s the trace of me tonight.

Was I nothing but a whisper in her storm?

Just a page she ripped and tore?

Did I ever hold her heart or just her hand?

I don’t know who I am, I’m not her man.

Her perfume still lingers in my chest,

I breathe it in like it’s all I have left.

She’s building castles, I’m stuck in sand.

Her new world’s spinning where I just can’t stand.

I watch her rise, while I just sink.

And all I do is sit and think.

Was I nothing but a whisper in her storm?

Just a page she ripped and tore?

Did I ever hold her heart or just her hand?

I don’t know who I am, I’m not her man.

Was I nothing but a whisper in her storm?

Just a page she ripped and tore?

Did I ever hold her heart or just her hand?

I don’t know who I am, I’m not her man.

Was I nothing but a whisper in her storm?

Just a page she ripped and tore?

Did I ever hold her heart or just her hand?

I don’t know who I am, I’m not her man.