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The way you look at her
Breaks my heart
For she's not the one
Who's loved you from the start

Your bright, twinkling eyes
Your beautiful, luscious hair
I'm completely memorized by you
Not that you care

I keep my feelings
Hidden far far away
Nobody really cares about me anyway

The way you speak of her
Gives her so much glee
I just wish more than anything
You were speaking of me

However I'm only me
And she's a goddess
She's perfect
And I'm just a mess

She's so great, a masterpiece, a perfection
I'm just me, nothing, a body of depression

I understand now
That she's everything
Why you chose her over me
Cause I'm nothing.

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