And mine is ending.
Guess I'm not the man of her dreams anymore,
not funny anymore,
just a footnote,
an afterthought.
Oh, that thing
I got it from Romeo
Haven't I mentioned him before?
She's going through a tough time,
But so am I,
feeling alone,
unwanted,
abandoned.
Quit you crying,
You big baby,
You think you have it tough?
Time and space,
Can raise doubts,
And give you time,
To read the signs.
Are they all pointing to the exit?
Time and doubt,
Have raised a question:
Do I play the villain?
Break her heart?
But set her free to chase a dream?
Or play the martyr?
And wait for her to see?
What seems so plain to me?
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