For all I’ve chosen to do
Just short of crying for him
Laid my heart out for him to take
Yet he leaves it lie there.
Another is begging my attention
Which is falling against my banging indifference
Until one night I am weak
The night I want to know I can be wanted.
Laughing about old times
Most of which I can barely recall
Though something tells me
Most of it may be true.
While the one I want is entagled in his internal war
I sit and play in the past with the devil
That would snatch my heart in a moment
If only he knew where to find it.
When the phone rings in the middle of the night
Wanting to hear my voice
Wishing I would tell him I wanted him
It is always the wrong one.
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