All I wanted, was love in return
To feel wanted and let the fire burn
To be treasured
And made to feel precious
Not an annoyance
You cannot be rid of
Maybe I loved you more than you did me
I was blind and could not see
The man I gave so much of my time
Returned to say he had none for mine
We were right
For a while
My life to not steal
Your help was to heal
But it came at a price
This unpure advice
How, Why did you miss me?
In your day, did you stop to think of me?
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