Spilling Jack on the grass behind your back,
You’re too blinded to notice because you think that I’m in love.
I’m a horrible person.
I gaze right past you while you gaze right at me while asking if I love you.
I’m a horrible person.
You hold my hand and your smile widens, yet I feel nothing.
I’m a horrible person.
We were at the dance and you stared at me while I stared at him.
I’m a horrible person.
You love me. He loves me. I love him. He’s with her. I’m with you.
I’m a horrible person and yet I’m the love of your life.
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