I can stand it no longer, I cant keep my tongue tied Im not one to silently pray But you loved him first so of course I come second But now Ive come forth just to say That Im sick of my life, cause it s always revolving Around someone whos threatening to leave Ive been looking for something From you who have nothing Nothing to give or receive And its true, its too true So youll go to him, and Ill never win And Ill settle for somebody else And make their life empty with my disappointment That I wasnt the one who could help Will we be 32 and just getting wasted With whoever is left every night And looking at successful couples with children And thinking that could never be my life I want a new deal I demand a rewrite This script isn t going my way And I question the morals of the writer who tortures Me as I inhabit their play And its true, its true The sick thing is I feel about you The same way you feel about him And its wrong to give up when theres a glimmer of hope That it wont work out or in your case it will My heart is stocked like my parents refrigerator Just open it and eat your fill But I grow back slower than an alpine meadow But only in your footprints am I killed And its true, its too true Am I so bad?
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