Unrequited Love in The Keys Of B P [&] D
I see a woman buying clothes for her man in a WalMart. Doting over him. Saying he would look good in this. In that. My heart hurts. Like a knife wound. It's probably insignificant to most. I'll never know what that's like.
I see a woman greeting her man in a Starbuck's. Kisses. Embraces. Smiles. I'll never know what that is.
I see a woman sitting with her man on the subway. Her arm around his shoulder. Playing with his hair. Caressing his face. I'll never know what that is.
I listen to two women talking. One is talking about her man. About meeting him after work. How great the evening will be. Women only speak of me when they talk about ugliness. And i would be lucky to even get that much attention. Yeah. I know what that is.
Being cancelled out on for dates at the last minute. I do know that.
Being just a friend. And a friend only. I do know that.
Being there for a woman who's loving man isn't. and doesn't care. Sure. I know that.
Being damaged goods. I I live with that. I know that.
Being on the phone with crisis intervention when "dark alone'" is beating on me. I do know that.
Struggling with the knife to cut out "dark alone" pain. I know what that is.
Not going to sleep with pain. Or sleeping to long with pain. I know what that is.
Saying "I love you" but never hearing it back. I know what that is.
I know what that is.
N E L/RoguePandaLyrics ~ 24052019
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