It is true,
I'm bitter
It is true
I'm no better
You're right
She wasn't to be mine
And yes,
She was alright, just fine
True, true
The seas were calm
There was no stormy brew
And of her I thought
Mmm maybe could be a part
Of my crew?
And nothing more.
And yet now I'm sore,
A sad pathetic pig
Sour and judging quick
Afraid and bitter
That she found
Somebody better.
Where they might go
Nobody does yet know
But one thing I'm sure
My actions aren't perfectly pure.
Why do I
Cry
For something
I didn't want
To
Be
My?
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