It’s hard
Knowing you shared your soul with someone else.
Knowing you offered everything to someone else.

It’s hard
Knowing you looked at her the way you look at me
It’s hard
Knowing you desired her the way I hope you desire me.

It’s hard
Knowing you loved her as much as you love me.
It’s hard
Knowing you looked at pictures of her
And felt the way you do
When you look at pictures of me.


It’s hard
Knowing you appreciated someone
Like you appreciate me.