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I'm not her, and she's not me,

And guess what? I'm never going to be.



I'm ashamed to admit that I envy so much,

As I know I'll never be able to touch,

The places that she did in you,

But she can't touch my places, too.



You're just a boy,

Nothing special or true,

But it's that fact that makes me,

Want to be here with you.



I wish I was be able to cut so deep,

So we'd never be apart,

But the knives aren't that sharp,

I'll just keep eating this heart...



I understand you in ways you don't know,

Let's take it slow,

Maybe one day you'll find the path to take,

Until then I'll eat this heartache...