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When our lips touch,
I think of you.
When I lay with him,
You're the song playing in my head.
When his name pops up,
All I think is what will you think?
Will you be jealous and come back home to me?

She was filling my void.


I can't pretend like nothing happened,
So pick up the phone.
I'm tired of the silence,
I need closure.

I know she was attractive and glorious,
but I was trying to fix us.
I was here first.
I used to be brave
you took this and fed it to her.

I'll try to forget this,
her.
But I feel like I'm no good
no longer enough.
Do I do it for you as good as she does?
Do I measure up?

Let me ask,
Why?
I know I was out late,
Working for us,
Earning for  you and I,
But why baby,
Why?

You could have told me I wasn't doing enough,
You know I'd fix that.

I'm sorry I can't get over her,
So tell me all,
Answer me. Honestly,
and maybe I will. 

I look at you,
I see you gave half of me.
Part of me.
She had,
She has,
half of me.

It's ok.
what you gave her is stale anyway.

I look at you,
And see I gave you all of me,
Took it all from me.
And baby I'll take it back,
Make it mine again,
Rid of you.

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