Her. Me. She walks with the it crowd. I walk with the lame crowd. She looks right through me. I can't help staring. She gets all the guys. I suffer from extreme jealousy. She knows who I am. We used to be friends, She took one step to far, I didn't step far enough. She walks with the crowd I once walked with. She can't help flirting with every guy that walks by. I suffer from extreme jealousy.