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As my thoughts of you pass.

It didn’t last.

Because you are with another.

I know you understand me like no other.

I should have told.

Now myself is to scold.

‘Cuz I believe that I’m too late.

For this fraction to desolate.

In my bed crying every night.

My stomach feels so light.

Yet I’m still happy for you.

Although they have no clue what I’m going through.

So I ask of you to go to her.

Man, it was such a bur.

Besides you deserve her.

Because I’m such a cur.

After this I’ll look so grim.

Because I’m going to be so slim.

Maybe I should have hit the gym.

This could end my painful despair.

So go on to your affair.

But on my death bed.

Don’t tread.