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I sit here on the sidelines, as if I am waiting for a dance. My eyes scan the floor, and all I see is men. They all have a smile, their faces all the same. Their eyes only see one girl, though I am too afraid to say her name.
She smiles, and laughs, playing the cheating game, by circling between the men, they do not see each other, but I do. She thinks she can take their hearts, her hair setting them a flame. She thinks she can cause them pain; well I just stand from a far.
I did not care that she played with all of their hearts, what gets me now, is what sets you apart. You do not see her with those eyes, like the other men, yet you love her just the same. You let her heal your pain, yet the whole time she caused more.
More, and more, you sunk into a hole, how do I look at you, how do I tell you. You were the only one I knew, the only one who I cared about. All those other men were the same, but you stood out. Yet she loved you, because you were there.
I sat there, acting as if I coul