Obsessed

by Bethany   Aug 31, 2004


I hate the way she holds his hand
I hate the way she thinks
I hate the way he longs for her
I hate the way his heart sinks.

I hate the way she won't let go
I hate the way he's trapped
I hate the way he loves her
I hate the way his life has snapped.

I hate the way she lies
I hate the way I'm second best
I hate the way he never calls
I hate the way I'm obsessed.

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