How is it possible I miss what I never had?
at first your kiss, then your love, and always your heart
I'll take the left overs, it's fine
I'll never be good enough anyway
A friend to the end, I'll agree
but a friend with a mask, suppressing our love (its just like me)
I'll watch you marry, help in need of a baggage tower
and I will contently, so it seems, be left over
