This time last year,

I was the other woman,

Which was a role I did prefer,

But now I'm not irresponsible,

Because now I am 'her'.

Preventing us both from happiness,

We're trapped in this cuckoo's nest,

Who'll be the first to fly the coop,

Is anybody's guess.

As we've been here before,

In fact this is getting kind of tiring,

I know that I love you,

And I still find you inspiring,

But I find that rather than loving,

We're arguing,

Trapped in an endless, odd love.

It has to end soon.

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