Dear Past Love,

Who am I to judge

What you two do together in the background

Let it distract and cause me to drudge

Through the snow, compact, past that giant mound

He does his thing and makes you smile

Doesn't seem to end, I can tell it'll last a while

I try to do the same, but with no success

It's like I'm the worst at this and he's the best

It's all cool though, it's not the end of the world

I gotta deal with it, can't let my hair get furled

I think to myself and know I'd be fibbin

If believe I think everything's alright, who am I kiddin

I'm letting it get to me

Eat me up inside

Feels like this'll be the end of me

As if this'll be the final ride

This used to be us all jolly and connected

Now it's just you two and me alone, neglected

Who are you to judge

Who's better and more fun to be with

He's a Prussian Homage and I'm a smudge

I've heard of third wheels, but it's like I'm a fifth

You don't like to be poked or prodded

That's something we both share

We keep our emotions potted

But now I want you to care

We each entered the other's life

Without any sourness or strife

But rather competition for power

It fueled both of us hour to hour

The game has changed...

I'm letting it get to me

Eat me up inside

Feels like this'll be the end of me

As if this'll be the final ride

Better get ready for something you won't forsee

Cause something bads about to happen to me