Poor Me

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 colour 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 colour 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 colour that I see
Still can't believe he'd leave me
To love her
Poor me
Pour me
Another
En 'Poor Me' de Shania Twain, la canción revela el dolor y la confusión de descubrir una traición en una relación. La narradora encuentra secretos ocultos detrás de mentiras, sintiéndose cegada por el engaño en los ojos de su pareja...