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Why do I always care more,

How come she never cares as much,

Why must I always feel like shit,

So she can feel good about herself.



My emotions go on the back-burner,

Cuz my emotions are secondary.

I value her's above mine,

In other words: I'm a chump.



I wish I didn't care so much,

But I do.

I wish she cared more,

But she doesn't



I wish she would talk to me,

Instead of walking off.

I wish I was clued-in,

My emotions are secondary, I wish they weren't.