Sitting hand in hand with misery and fright.
The skies set ablaze with just the thought of you,
The night seems darker than I ever knew.
And there you wave, at me a hey,
While I try to push all the pain away.
That glee on your face, too wide I see,
Dead a bit inside to know the reason's not me.
I bet she's great that girl you found,
Prettier than the prettiest, how foolish I sound.
And she better acknowledge how lucky she is,
To have had the man who's more than a bliss.
He who blushes scarlet, at just the thought of you,
How he says the sweetest things, all staring at his shoe.
And how his hair falls back so fine, not a thing out of place.
And how he mocks at shit, Ah! That face.
And let their be light, I hope she makes you shine.
And oh, don't you bother. I'd soon be fine.
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