It hurts inside, you see,
because you never think of me,
the way you think of someone else,
someone who I'll never be.
But don't you dare come closer,
don't come to me this time,
when you lament all about her,
How dare you think it's fine?
Because I've known you longer,
and I still think it's unfair,
how you know little about her,
but forget that I am there.
And yet, I know this isn't love, but
nevertheless, it hurts,
how you inflict pain on me
without actually saying those words.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
It hurts inside, you see,
because you never think of me,
the way you think of someone else,
someone who I'll never be.
But don't you dare come closer,
don't come to me this time,
when you lament all about her,
How dare you think it's fine?
Because I've known you longer,
and I still think it's unfair,
how you know little about her,
but forget that I am there.
And yet, I know this isn't love, but
nevertheless, it hurts,
how you inflict pain on me
without actually saying those words.
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