This endless game of tug-of-war is starting to faze me
Who do I like better? Her or she?
Why must I divide two equal feelings amongst them?
Is it really fair that one of them I must condemn?
I know it’s not morally correct,
It’s not great etiquette
But I still have feelings for the one at school,
For the one that in front of I become a fool
Why must I break some heart in two?
Why did she ask before you?
Too late, you can’t change the past,
Can’t undo what chances you passed
But still, was there some truth to it all?
It wasn’t just an excuse to watch me squirm, watch me bawl
Well, too long did I linger on the edge
Just standing, peering over Uncertainty’s ledge
So now it’s too late, nothing can I change,
Now these feelings I must sift through and rearrange
Why does love have to be such a bitch at times?
Leaving me to my silly old rhymes?
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