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Selfish me

He wasn’t mine
I didn’t want him for me

But I didn’t want him for anyone else either

Just knowing his eyes weren’t looking at

And his heart dreaming only of me

Wanted him to feel miserable

For loving me he couldn’t have

Just like I felt for loving him so.

I wanted him hurt too

Too close yet too far

To feel the beating of the rain

The loneliness of the dark

And the weight of a love

He couldn’t give to no one.