She, whom once I knew, once knew better.
She, whom once I chose, once chose better.
Was I jealous, I wonder,
I have already got, what she has now.
I chose what I have now.
I wanted her to choose, what I have now.
But still her choice, pricks me,
Was it her choice, or the fact that she chose, that bothers me more.
Am I worried, that she settled?,
or is it the league that this, puts me into, that worries me.
I will never know.
What they have become, and not what they were, remain.
She did become, and she indeed was,
The question is though, which of her will remain.