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| The thing called jealousy |
| by ayra camille borja |
I'd rather be alone
If you would turn me into stone
For I know all along
That you love her for so long.
Boy, you know that I love you
And I will still do
But please do not lie
For all I can do is to sigh.
Looking at her with you,
Causes me the pain that is so true
Can't you see that I'm hurt
Because you are with that flirt
Is this the thing called jealousy?
Even all I want is for you to be with me
I won't just forget this day
Leaving me with nothing to say.
Is this the end of everything?
Yet all I can do is nothing
Could this be the consequence of loving?
Changing happiness to crying? |
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