Her, Me

Her... me
Her... me...
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I often think of her
And I wonder how often she thinks of me
I mean, I don't expect it from her
The sentiments belong to me.
I found myself believing I didn't deserve her
Not that I ever had a low opinion of me
But my motives weren't good enough for her
Because I found that I loved her for me.

So when I didn't get what I wanted from her
I thought, to myself, "it can't be me"
My hard work and my persistence, it had to be her
Her... her
I fooled myself to think there was nothing wrong with me
And that there was something external stopping her
So when that ego enveloped me
I found myself being lost in her

And not the good kind of lost as you may figure
I became someone I didn't recognise in the mirror
The light I saw in the world grew dimmer
And all the confusion became thicker

But Thank God that one day I had an epiphany
My perspective changed for me to realise for the better
That the thoughts I harboured only injured me
I had chosen my personal roadblock, her
The feelings linger inside of me
But my mind fights to get over her
The lost time threatens to remind me
Of the things I did to get to her
But I will not let regret derail me
Because I know regret is not what I feel when I see her.
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Her... Me...
Her... Me...