Dying inside
Needing your touch
Looking at you is painful
I want you so much
I can't help but love you
And I believe that you know that
You have my heart
But treat it like trash
Going insane
Needing you near
Willing to sit by
With other women here
Sitting silently by
Crying on the inside
Letting you live your life
While I am dying inside
You have somehow
Managed to get in
When I swore I would not let you
Soon it is to be my end
Everyone knows
Everyone can see
But you seem to not know
And that hurts me
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