I have the want to cry,
But I'm lacking the sufficient tears to shed.
Even though the thought of you with her pains my soul,
I still walk up to her and smile like everything is okay, when truly I'm dying inside.
The more I think about you two,
The more I become accustomed to heartbreak.
I loved you and at one time you loved me,
But apparently your feelings are being overshadowed by the mask of which you call "love".
You don't know what it really is!
It's a cover-up, security blanket,
She's terrified of being alone, dying single.
She'll do anything.
Just.
For.
Fun.
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