The Other Girl

For every tear she cried, I was blank.
For every complain she’d recite, I was numb.
For every question she threw at me,
Doubting the authenticity of my love
I patiently answered.
But in turn, I never questioned,
I never complained, I never cried.
For at the end there was no point.
How could I be mad at her
When He who mattered never cared.

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It was always about her..
It has always been..

..and I used to think,
You put the stars in the sky
for me.

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He couldn't leave the other girl.
His wife couldn't live the other girl.

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