Some people call me weak
Because of my secrets that I keep
Some people called you worse
And the names were morose
But it was only because they couldn’t have you
And I didn’t know why they gave you such a big debut
I finally got to know you just as a passerby
And then I knew and didn’t have to wonder why
You were beautiful to me
So handsome and you were my brightest star constantly
I let myself down everyday
When I try to talk to you when you walk away
I was stupid and asked for help and advice
It seemed like I was trading in my dignity as a price
But I knew that I had to have you with me
I had to have you
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