Often times you puzzle me;
Tricking me, convincing me that somehow you still feel
What I feel
Or how you now choose to show off
Well, she does.
And it is really old
So fucking old
How every time she sees me
She runs over,
You attached by hand
And I am really, truly upset
You said yes
Not because I don’t want you to be happy
I just don’t want you to be happy with my friend.
She was mine first
Long before yours
And you were mine first
Long before hers
And you’re so frustrating
And I don’t think I love you anymore
I have someone new, and though I don’t love him;
He is growing on me. So I will marry him someday,
And maybe, just maybe, things will work out for once.
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