I laugh at the tears That are at the edge of my eyes I'm too old for this I thought I was above this. The tears like Big Foot I wait to get home. No need to make a scene- Burning tears From jealousy I tell you I'm sorry Eventhough you have no idea they were never meant for you I really chalk them up to Knowing that it's non-existing Not for me, anyhow. Again, I must apologize for the jealousy God knows, you've found it And you still have hope for it I hope you have all the luck in the world. But I know It doesn't exist. A simple fact A liar, a lover, and candlestick maker Where just a few That I was proved this to through-Birth sign: Gemini
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